Tell me what your heart is made of

It sure will tell me who you really are

A heart of glass

Is sure so fragile

For tempering is near breaking

A heart of wood

Is sure so dead

To dampen a soul so close as hold

A heart of stone

Is mostly hard

And sure so cruel and never feels

A heart of gold

Is sure so pure

And shows compassion where need be

Tell me if your heart is made of gold

For as sure as true

I’ll love to be

Where mind and soul can pledge to be

And forever be near as Romeo and Juliette

UNDERSTANDING THE POEM.

Many of us think we understand “LOVE”. But as loosely as we use the term or refer to it, love becomes like a vehicle that anyone jumps into and begin to drive. But even with any vehicle, you have to understand it’s operational mechanism and what fuel type causes it’s smooth operation.

Love has nothing to do with the physical heart, but it is more often used in the metaphorical sense.

It is more of our emotional experience that controls our mind into the euphoria of being filled with or deprived of it.

There are those whose temperament is in a fragile state. Therefore, to temper with their emotions shatters every expectation of happiness.

There are also those who exhibit no liveliness when you are around them, not even the slightest of fun. Like wood, they are absent in generating any form of liveliness. Hence, they seem to be without life.

Stone is solid. Really hard. Which is more generative of cruelty. Objectively, self-centered. Never cares whether anyone around them is hurt in anyway, or survives.

Gold is precious and glamorous. And anything affiliated with it shows a more sparkling admiration and ready for acceptance with pleasantness.

These appear to me the more descriptive of human emotions affecting relationships, companionship and the like.