Your heart is made of stone
Of earth, of bone
A heart I must leave alone
You are not my true love
Your heart is made of air
Free spirited, no care
A heart I cannot share
You are not my true love
Your heart is made of liquid
No strength, too insipid
A heart that’s far too frigid
You are not my true love
Your heart is made of fire
Of lust, of desire
A heart...
A heart...
A heart...
You are not my true love
Why?
As I said
Your heart is made of fire
Maurice Rowlands
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-four-of-hearts/
