as vast as the plains of clouds stretched across the horizon
as free as the birds soaring over the earth
as glorious as the stars strung across the skies–
the heart of a woman is a beautiful and wild thing

with the tenderness of a summer morning breeze
like an unbroken stallion
as free as the running waves of the sea–
the heart of a woman is a beautiful and mystifying thing

so fearless without limit
so relentless in seeking to be adored
the passion, the substance–
the heart of a woman is a beautiful and striking thing

oh, to be as dangerous as a woman's commitment to love
to be as sensitive to the slightest of intimate shoves
in love
is this not man's task given from above:

to take a step and pursue
to cherish and adore
to daily open the cage
and watch her heart soar

for to be trusted by a woman
is one of life's hardest
and most treasured,
of all earthly things

so raise thy head up, take grip, and dig in,
for the woman's heart is wild like the waves of the sea–
and it waits for you to press in

but in the end, a man's job is not to calm or to fix
but to be trusted with the unexpected tides and swells of her wild seas
for she is wild, not tame, and she is yours for keeps
she is yours to protect, and yours to bring peace
for a steady heart and listening ear can calm any woman's stormy seas
so never forget that the heart of eve
is the most precious and pure of all beings
and that you, as a man,
are blessed with the most
treasured and beautiful of all created things