The Heart Of A Woman - Poem by Edwina Reizer
The heart of a woman is susceptible
to bouts of highs and lows.
It's comparable to the tides of the sea
and how the winds do blow.
When she's content and filled with joy
her heart, like a kite just soars.
When she's forlorn and feels forsaken
that same heart scrapes the floors.
Show her love with deep emotion
and her heart does wildly beat.
Show her indifference and loveless days
and her heart is incomplete.
Ninety percent of a woman is heart,
the other ten, the frame.
It takes the finesse of a lover
to keep her heart aflame.
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