Who really knows a woman's heart
But the woman wherein it dwells,
She guards its contents like rare jewels,
Deepest secrets, she never tells

Her heart.... a book you'll never read,
Written in code and dialect,
Mysterious and passionate,
But isn't that what you'd expect?

With secrecy's mantle torn away,
A most precious treasure's revealed....
Her love for a man vibrates her,
Such rapture cannot be concealed

When he is enthroned in her heart,
She places him on love's altar,
Faithfully worshiping each day,
Her sacred trust does not falter

For his love, she surrenders peace,
Trading it for delirium,
And in calmer hours finds herself
Longing again to be with him

A woman's heart, chamber of birth,
Sunshine comes to reclaim its ray,
Dreams are brought here to be revived,
Love is reborn, day after day