Evolution of love

woman's soul

I am an appendage
Pinned to feverish hearts
And timorous souls
I am not inevitable
Like the raindrop to the ground
More like the cloud
That looks to realize
In rain
I could be the glimmer of promise
Equally, the flicker of torment
The prefix to a dream
But not the suffix
To happiness
I am the hinge that life swivels on
It's just that
An open door to one
Is a closed door to another
I am hope.
Or maybe
I am just the tipple
That tickles this woman's soul