A woman guided by love was dangerous.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
A woman guided by love was dangerous.
To be so wrapped up in self, is dangerous: self pity and sense of woe betray you.
Deep inside her a sense began to burn, a dangerous feeling. A sense of rebellion.
His soft, sweet eyes belong to a wild and dangerous man.
I'm afraid of her. Here is a dangerous creature whose hunger of love is strong.
I have fought and conquered the dark alone. I feel I am a dangerous woman.
The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.