This Woman

This woman is like no other
With a child’s innocence
Impish eyes sparkling
Playing a game
That has no rules
Smiling to seduce
The soft hearts of fools
Such is the way of this woman’s guile
To look, and listen
Whilst all the while
She searches the world
For future conquests
As all her every part
Yearns for love
To satisfy the need
Of her sentimental heart