Many a poet have delved into the mysteries
of a womans heart only to drown
in the debths of confusion..
Who is she?
What did you come to see?
She can be a mirror who reflects
your greatest dreams, or your worst
nightmare..
Watch out! Come close at your own risk.
You found her weeping in her garden and
she appeared weak as a new born fawn..
But.. she was merely gathering strength in
the loving rays of the sun which blessed
her heart as the mother of all living..
And her heart is as deep as the ocean
And her mind towers like a cedar.