A Woman's Heart

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY LINDA JOBS (IN HONOR OF STEVE JOBS... A GENIUS OF ALL TIME!) In the greatest love stories, A royal princess is lost forever, And though the warring fields are bloodied, A stallion of white has broken through, The prince who wins her heart, Is he who challenged the evilness of heart. In the dark pitch of night, Through the howling of the blackened forest, He has terrorized the terrorer, Till he has conquered the evilness, OF HIS OWN HEART. CHORUS: A woman's heart is like a flower, And a prince will never take her heart, He will fight every war, He will slay every evil dragon, He will even war against OLYMPUS, JUST TO WIN HER HEART. The real Blackbeard was a fantasy of art, His wenches of rose, pink, and gold, Rose in eternal shame, A true prince fires across the evilness of heart, And captures the wicked bony fingers, Till he blazes as golden victory against the rising sun. To a prince, every petal of a flower, Has its own delicate fabric of mysteries and dreams, And a true prince places each petal of her heart, In a symphony, OF A DESTINED HEART.