Even the tiniest Poodle or Chihuahua is still a wolf at heart

She died of a broken heart.

Some men break your heart in two,/ Some men fawn and flatter,/ Some men never look at you;/ And that cleans up the matter.

You have to grow or you die. But you can grow to get to know the people. Your heart is where you live. That's why you preserve.

Her mind lives tidily, apart/ From cold and noise and pain,/ And bolts the door against her heart,/ Out wailing in the rain.

The greatest challenge of the day is: how to bring about a revolution of the heart.