A lady, acquaintance – no, friend – of mine

She is fiery, her anger bubbles hot

Thought quick to fade, it comes without a sign

Don't truly hurt her or grudge ne'er forgot


Depth and breadth of knowledge are unsurpassed

But it means she cannot stand an error

In her presence no fault can ever last

Her quest for perfect makes her a terror


She's a natural leader, born not bred

She is quick to direct and delegate

She tries to lead those who would not be led

Her attempts to lead, conflict generate


Despite all her faults, her virtues hold sway

I love her due to her faults anyway

The last, again trying to juxtapose appearance and reality, though perhaps not as good as the last one. So after taking the time to read four sonnets, please let me know what you think: Review!