Secrets is a woman's heart

Deep inside a woman's heart
lies secrets never to be unearthed
like a woman plagued by a strange illness, she bears the pain of her burden alone
seeking no help, she is secure in her hearts inability to squeal
she carries on daily like a farmer waiting for a bounty harvest
hoping not even death would reveal the content of her 'black box'
secrets that have landmarked her years like the lines on an old woman's face
some, pleasant, others not so good and unless otherwise decided, a woman's secrets may never see light.
However, one thing sure enough is
beyond those pair of innocent, piercing eyes lies secrets capable of rewriting a man's history and shattering enough to alter his future.
Deep inside a womans heart, lies a beast called 'secrets' that is better not unleashed if stability is to be engendered.