Hearts <br /> <br />I heard they make some hearts of glass <br />And those can’t hide a lie <br />So easily they win you trust <br />Yet breaks they can’t survive <br /> <br />And then they make some hearts of stone <br />And those can not be moved <br />By pain of loss, by screams or moans <br />Nor broke’ by love or truth <br /> <br />Some rare hearts are made of gold <br />Their qualities devine <br />Sought out by greedy and the bold <br />To steal or keep for prize <br /> <br />And some are made of butter <br />They melt when heat is felt <br />And some are dark and cold <br />For they are made of lead <br /> <br />But mine, I think, is rubber <br />For it can not be still <br />It bounces from one to other <br />Too proud of its free will <br /> <br />The cold of rejection <br />Like granite it withstands <br />But filled to brink with love <br />Like rubber it expands<br /><br />Masha Danevasha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hearts-6/
