The heart of a woman can be wonderful and wild.
And then there are some that are shy, meek and mild.
There are no two that are ever the same.
And over time they can always change. 

When life deals a difficult hand,
sometimes it can be hard to understand.
It can alter our minds, affect who we are,
and in our hearts leave a permanent scar.

For when a heart is broken
and the wound is left open,
It can often grow back twisted,
mangled, crooked, or sadly even wicked.

Matters of the heart are delicate indeed.
And really all it is, is someone in need.
In need of affection, tender loving care.
Or simply someone to just be there.