I have a heart that’s made of stone
Because you cannot live on love alone
If you want my love
You will have to etch your name
On a heart that no one wants to claim
Once I had a heart of gold
But it’s since been changed to fit the mold
Of a selfish world and a tragic past
A world where gold would never last
Then you came with a heart of fire
Blazing flames climb ever higher
The heart of stone can feel its glow
And stone becomes like melting snow
The cycles of growing in
The cycles of growing in love....beautiful!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Love it- really rich imagery,
Love it- really rich imagery, and the metaphor of the heart is used in novel ways :)