A woman's heart forgives offence,
Accepts mistakes of those it loves.
It always thinks of their defence
The way a beast that guards its cubs.
A woman's heart is full of сare,
It's not that hard to make it hurt.
No man can know what happens there
When he gives nothing but a word.
A woman's heart is made of glass,
A reckless step and here's a crack.
But still no matter what one does,
It will forget and take him back.
A flower reaches for the sun,
So does the heart for being heard.
If treated well, it may enchant
All others with its pretty world.