Evolution of Love 2

Women'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