Are they born in the mind or a gift from the body?
Making her come alive and feel a little bit naughty
Are they born in the heart and at times betray the body?
Making her feel warm inside...better than a hot toddy!
Are they a sign worn 'round the neck, like a precious locket?
Or like simmering coals.. more than enough to power a rocket
Perhaps stored away for awhile, putting them safely in her pocket
Later to be revived again...like putting her finger in a live socket.
Can they be silenced for a moment so not everyone will hear?
Or sung like a golden oldie...to the very one she holds dear
Can they be gathered like dewdrops in the morning so clear?
And released like moonbeams to draw her true lover near.
Where do they go after a woman passes her prime?
Making her feel sentimental and no longer sublime
Can they be found in a bottle to buy some more time?
Or prove to be useless for the steep mountain to climb
Do they return to the heart, soul, or possibly the mind?
Are they replaced by deep emotions, just waiting to unwind?
Can they be exchanged for sterling qualities, the most powerful kind?
And persuaded to give the most treasured gifts...as the heart is inclined.