In the sanctuary of her chest,
A woman's heart beats wild and free,
A delicate song of passion and unrest,
A silent melody, a silent plea.
It dances to the rhythm of her desires,
A symphony of love and pain,
A map of scars and unspoken fires,
A tapestry of joy and disdain.
Yet in its depths, a wellspring lies,
A fountain of hope, of strength, of grace,
A beacon through the darkest skies,
A fortress in life's reckless race.
A woman's heart, a treasure rare,
A universe in a single beat,
A sacred space beyond compare,
A vessel for the love and heat.
©siha
S