A Woman's heart holds a key
not in her chest
but in soft whispers of love
laid across her breast.
The touch on her cheek
or the small of her waist
promises of love
that you won't fake.
Fall deep into her
twist and turn;
ignite fires
and watch as they burn.
Never be reckless
or fickle with fate,
she asks only for love,
never for hate.
Heaven is yours
you'll hold the key,
don't leave her empty
and
she'll set you free.

Sighhh...Ahhh, Cat...what a lovely, thoughtful, honest portrayal of a woman's heart...& how sweet you are to have penned this beauty in my honor, Sweetie...You are such an elegant Soul, my Friend...Thank you so much for YOUR presence in MY life, Lady...It is a blessing I am most thankful for...Congratulations on your honorable mention, Dear Heart...I'm glad you wrote a soft & loving piece again, Sweetie...I don't think it's strange at all...I think it was inevitable...






I enjoyed this as much for itself as for the fact that you are writing...peace and love to you my friend Terry


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