752. A woman’s heart, a realm: deep and wide,

SONNET 752
By JH Sayyar
A woman’s heart, a realm: deep and wide,
Where tempests rage and blossoms grow;
It holds the moon and sun in equal stride,
And weaves through grief a silent glow
Within its chambers dreams are softly kept,
Like petals folded in the hush of night,
And wounds hidden, bravely, have they wept,
Yet still it beats with undiminished light.
No sword stronger, no flower more divine,
Than love she bears through cruelest test;
In quiet strength her passions intertwine,
A sacred fire burning in her breast

O heart of woman—fierce, forgiving flame,
The world would break, cannot mar thy name.