HeartCore
by: RS Jacobs (c)
My heart is wood, your heart is fire;
You are burning up all that I am.
But sizzling like a side of ham,
I am consumed by your heart’s pyre.
My heart is paint, your heart is rain;
You make me feel I should run away.
But splattering like I am wet clay,
I find a way to bear the pain.
My heart is earth, your heart’s a tree;
Your roots dig in to the softest place.
But standing tall like a mountain face,
I hold the roots you’ve given me.
My heart is flesh, your heart’s a blade;
You tear me up into bloody bits.
But stretching out like an eagle’s wings,
I guard you as a scabbard made.
Your heart is strong, but I still move;
I will fight flame and will water part.
And searching for the key to your heart,
You’ve shown me what I have to prove.
I will break, I will bend, and change my ways,
If I may have that heart one of these days.
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