The heart of man, in all angles
Made of rock, snow , fire and ice
Its hinges made of steel
Locked to the soul

The heart of man like steel
Passed through flameless fire
Its edges solidified by lava
Its cracks filled with ice

The heart of man yearns for love
Never ready to be received
Never ready to let go
And never ready to reveal itself

It sobs in the dark so softly
Yet hardens up before daybreak
It patiently waits for its true love
But not even ready to make a move

The heart of man so strongly attached to its soul
And not willing to be separated
But eventually slips out of its sockets
Into the hands of its newly found soul.