ever look into a womans soul

wonder why she is different

it is simple and complicated

she listens to words and thoughts

 willing to express the displeaures of life,

seeking to cast her thoughts and spells

 a brew of her desire to be noticed

yet at times the thought are lost, why

the heart searches for the voice

 who tends to her passion and desire

it is empty as the glass of life

she ask and question the thoughtless expressions

wonder about the mans soul

 who left her in a state of why

often in a moment of depression.

 a voice will whisper across the wind

it will be tender and loving

the mother asking why

her hopes, love, and trust do falter

dreams are made of hope, love, and trust.

 she hears the voice of her dreams to continue

her life and listen to the wind whisper

for the voice of calm and true love