Why is it
that a woman with heart pain
can, from the healing,
touch and laughter, refrain?

That she can turn her back
on the smile and the mind
who would never attack,
but instead, treat her kind?

That she, instead of salving
her torment and pain,
returns to the types that hurt
her again and again?

That she continues to reject
that gentle heart, tender hands, kind eyes,
sweet words, laughing voice that help heal,
(much to her surprise!)

That she can’t believe in a guy who could care?
That she still searches, when she should just dare?