How confusing it must be.
For unlike the weather,
It can't be predicted.

As the rain falls ,
From the heaven's walls .
So can it,
Easily fall.

Pick a shield !
Wear an armor!
For the heart of a woman,
Is a fierce battlefield.

For the arrows of pain
And Spears of lust
Move to and fro
Like a crane
Flying through the rain.

Count yourself lucky
If you live here.
For know that,
With the fortress of love ,
Does she shield you
From the battle in her heart.
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