She

A soft, cool breeze on a scorching day. A tempest. A blazing fire.
The dimple in your smile. Succour. An ice-cold shower.
A blanket that envelops you in it's warmth.
A fragile shard of glass. The band-aid for your broken heart.
The reason why your heart's broken in the first place.

There are many roles that a woman has to play. Effortlessly she morphs from one character to another. She's a bitch. She's your boss. She rocks your world. She's a mother. A sister, friend, sweetheart and wife. Elegance and grace personified. She can be a clumzy klutz too. She can wrap you around a her little finger, just as easily as she can show you the finger. Powerful, strong, wilful and vulnerable. The softest steel you could ever find.

But she's also an object. A toy. A prize catch. Even a trophy. Loot and treasure.
What is she really?