How Does the Heart Feel

There is a heart as hard as a stone, not responding to the good advice; just beating in nonacceptance tone, ignoring the words that are so wise. A heart as soft as a Mamon bread is easily hurt by sharp sentence; the deep wound inflicted has just bled, so long to heal as a consequence. There’s a heart that desires to be two inside the chest, confusing its mind; being perplexed who will be the true choice to be loved who’s one of a kind. There’s an evil heart with an ill aim, like Judas, its plan is to deceive; it seems to play a clean and fair game, when, in fact, all lies its preys receive. But there is a heart that is so pure, pulsating in truth and honesty; it is shaped not to lure but to cure, having trust, hope, love, and modesty.