Poems...

The heart is always vulnerable,
Strike, and it will bleed.
Though it may not be immediately apparent:
It will wither without love.

But if the heart is made of iron,
And holds no warmth within,
It won't explode like a geyser,
No matter how love calls.

But if there's a flame in the heart,
Cherish it like a flower.
For if someone wounds it,
The lights may go out.

When you see a spark,
Don't hide your face in your hands,
A fire is about to ignite,
And set hearts ablaze with love.