A woman's heart is an oceanic mystery

A woman's heart, a sea so deep,
Where silent currents softly creep.
No map can chart its hidden flow,
The secrets that its waters know.

Her laughter rings, a sunlit spray,
That dances on the waves each day.
But storms may gather, dark and vast,
Beneath the surface, holding fast.

Her tears may fall, like gentle rain,
To nourish roots of joy and pain.
And in its depths, where shadows lie,
A universe will pass you by.

She loves with tides that pull and sway,
Then draws them back at close of day.
A mystery, both wild and free,
Her heart's an ocean, for all to see.