You can't predict a woman's mind as you can't with life
Like fire, they may blaze
Solid as ice, they can be
But in the right hands they melt
And in soft touches they dwell
They are much complicated yet fabricated
They worry much of what males might think
Sweet, sweet, sweet. If honey is sweet,
Sweeter they all are
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Portraits of her heart
PoetryTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
