I Wish I Had a Tougher Heart

Often I wish I had a tougher heart One built like a hardened missile site. A heart impervious to passion’s piercing; Armored steel and Kevlar strong. A vaulted core where not grief or pain Nor, sorrow could find entry Not this tender, worthless, lump of flesh Which tears and rips and shreds and scars, Yet, goes on hoping. There’d be no sadness, soreness or trepidation In my heart of adamant and, I’d never feel like crying. But I know. If it were constructed so , My battered heart would never have loved And its every beat would be in vain.