The Heart Of A Woman Poem by Daniel Thomason

Women often dream of a man on his steed,
Trotting along the trails that they cosset,
A sword in hand, a typical man,
That carries their hearts afar for a profit,
In a sachel on hip where the hearts try and sit,
Gently soaking in to crimson the skin,
A sword in hand can be a typical man,
If you try your hardest to solemnly grin,
Kings bow to swords, and swords bow to men,
Where men bow to kings, so they do it again,
Now women don't bow, but they carry out vows,
Because their hearts are more than a dollar on sows,
So when a sword in hand, a typical man,
Comes forth with a proposition that resembles a start,
Just take my words, and stir them to verbs,
And you might just go to feel the beating of your heart.