The Value of a Woman's Heart

The heart is the most valuable gift that can be given, for the heart is never given by itself. With it comes a mind that can completely enrapture your own should you give it a chance, a happiness that yours is entirely dependent on, and a spirit that can replenish you when the world gets too heavy to carry on your own. In a person's heart is where they are found in their truest form and, given a glimpse of this divine beauty, it is impossible for your perceptions of them to remain unaltered.

For this very reason, love remains the ultimate paradox. It is beautifully simple and frustratingly complex. It is the ultimate of highs and the most devastating of lows. It can be easily found and easily lost. You must be careful and carefree simultaneously. It will cause you to dance one minute then take your legs from under you the next. It is hard to live with and hard to live without.

The heart of a girl must be handled with as much care as you would grant to your very own. It is only in tending to her heart that you can even begin to discover what makes yours beat in your chest. We are alive for the sole purpose of loving and the mistreatment of a woman's heart must be given much more criticism than it currently is.

If we are not more careful, many more hearts will be irrevocably damaged. The words we say, the advances we make, the time we spend and hundreds of other things do not go unnoticed. They are received, noted and cataloged in careful succession in order that our motives may be determined. The damage done if our intentions are later found to not to match our actions destroy the essence of a person.

A heart is too fragile to be dragged along with the games we play. A relationship based on the desire to be fulfilled neglects the real need of our own hearts - to fulfill. There is nothing to be gained in the taking of love, only in the giving. Rather than focusing on how she makes us feel, we must concentrate on making her realize that her value is a hundredfold more than she can ever imagine.

Only in these actions will we be using our ability to love properly. A love that focuses on ourselves is not a love at all, but rather a flurry of emotions that disgraces the name of love. If you like her, tell her. If you tell her, show her. If, and only if, you can show her will the words you say and the feelings you feel have any meaning to them.

How can I know this? What possibly qualifies me to speak on the hearts of females, hearts I have probably mistreated more times than I will ever recognize, let alone admit? It is only because I know that the same applies to all hearts, men's hearts, even the heart that seems untouchable.