A Woman's Disconsolate Heart

The width of a smile is proportionate 
To the woman's disconsolate heart 
That has a passion for extortionate 
Love, exceeding boundaries in arts 
Realm of conventional understanding.
Instigating a first conversation,
However, can be a crash landing 
Because most end with quiet frustration.
Yet, without a catharsis, is she mortal?
If she does not love with prudent passion,
But rather contains lax morals 
She will not be granted much compassion.
         So the woman erects a solid wall,
         But puts no ladder up to prevent her fall. 


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