In The Heart Poem by william Dadeah Jr.

In the heart, is like a chamber without a window
But with a secret entrance within an open meadow
Is like boiling water into a pot easily bubbling with steams
Yet when one touches, it burns, to whatever life it may seems
There is always a way to return with courteous care
Thinking once a scar was seen, a man will share
How and why the heart was craft with such fragility
In the deepest, and most quietest place in agility
I say God is kind enough to make the heart a cell
So graceful, and yet so idle like an aging well