The Heart of Woman
Who can know a woman’s heart?
Who can see within?
What she feels and what she thinks
Is lost to such as I
Her eyes, so tempting lure the heart
Her words, soft, winsome seem
Her lips allure, her kiss so sweet
Her paradoxical ways confuse
Yet, hidden fires elude the eye
Beneath - a caldron hot
Her passions deep will sway in time
Like pendulums striking time
Her words so sweet, can bitter turn
Her temper flares like fire
Her eyes can strike a dragon down
Her lips curl in contempt
A winsome creature, aye, she be
Yet, deadly as a snake
Beware my son the fairer sex
They snare the passing heart
A creature pure and gentle she
Tending to all your needs
Compassion fills her every pore
A loving thing she be
When yielded to the darker side
Then evil through and through
A deadly ravenous predator
That stalks the halls of men
A woman is an unknown soul
Beyond the ken of men
A gift of love to all of men
To cherish through and through
For such as me, alas indeed
I cannot fathom them
For through the years I honestly say
Their ways seem strange to me
Who can know a woman’s mind?
Why God and only He!
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