Win Her Mind First

Win Her Mind First

A woman’s heart is a constellation,
A cosmos of wonder and discovery
Not a piece of real estate to conquer,
Not claimed by wishes nor wandering hands
Words, woven like silk,
Whisper to her senses,
Stitching the air with whispers of intrigue
She's not a puzzle to solve
A beautiful woman is a mystery
You appreciate in awe.

Admiration blooms in the garden of glances,
Where physical prowess stands tall like statues
Imposing yet unmoving.
But artful expression, a brushstroke of brilliance,
Paints passion across her canvas of thought.
Caresses may kindle her fire,
But it is the ember of intellect that endures.
To hold her heart, first hold her wonder,
For love’s truest key turns the corridors of her mind.

Copyright © 2025 Charles Edward York
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