A Woman’s Romantic Heart

In the quiet of the night, she dreams,
Of whispered words and moonlit beams,
Her heart, a garden, soft and sweet,
Where love and passion gently meet.

She walks in shadows, eyes aglow,
With secrets only lovers know,
A tender smile, a gentle touch,
She loves so deeply, oh so much.

Her heart’s a flame that softly burns,
With every beat, it twists and turns,
A dance of longing, hope, and grace,
She carries love in every place.

In letters penned with silver ink,
Her thoughts of him, they slowly sink,
Into the night, where stars align,
Her love, a beacon, pure, divine.

She’s woven dreams in threads of gold,
With stories waiting to be told,
A woman’s heart, so vast, so wide,
Where oceans of desire reside.

She loves with all her soul’s delight,
A flame that warms the coldest night,
Her love’s a rose, in bloom, so rare,
A gift she offers, pure and fair.

For in her heart, romance is born,
In every dusk, and every dawn,
A song that never fades away,
A love that’s here, and here to stay.

So cherish her, this tender heart,
For she’s a work of endless art,
A woman’s love, both wild and free,
A treasure for eternity.Start writing...