The heart of woman
Is like unto the whisper of a breeze
On a long mid-summer's night.

The heart of woman
Is like unto the rosebud
Blooming with sweetest fragrance and delight.

The heart of woman
Is like unto an oak tree,
Sturdy and strong through the raging storm.

The heart of woman
Is like unto the fireside,
Glowing softly, comforting, cozy and warm.

The heart of woman
Is like unto the mourning dove,
Whispering love's message with silence or song.

The heart of woman
Is like unto the heart of God,
Passionately yearning, loving, promising, keeping.

By Mary Beatty