Eloquently she speaks,
her clear voice carries meaning in depth -
earnestly spoken;
of confused ambiguity, she's inept
Her audience, sees the world as she does,
so convincing, no doubt occurs
And she continues,
holding them captured in attention,
animated in voice, unwavering intention
Some cite fate, some cite divine favour;
but none can deny her overpowering demeanor
With utmost ease she gets points across,
leaving no space for argument; and for disappointment, no cause
But, one thing sure makes this orator fumble,
it's her lack of ability, with people, to mingle
For she can't love and she won't converse,
with people, as is thought fit for her years.
When there's need to interact, one on one,
she turns away, that person she'll shun.
Her face goes as blank as the clear skies in summer,
her proficiency and words, are reduced to mere stammer.
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