The Mysterious Heart Poem by Sylviah Salima

A heart so pure: yet no emotions within;
Eyes which are innocent; yet no tears to shed;
More love is expected: yet none is in his soul:
A mysterious heart it is:

Beauty that glitters as gold: yet inside he is like stone:
Enclosed his doors is what he does: no love can penetrate within the holes:
How does one become so cold; when sun is a daily forecast:
A mysterious heart it is:


Pain is like a disease hard to find its cure:
Love is like a symptom hard to predict its cause:
His life is like a cave: full of darkness:
A heart full of mystery;
A mysterious heart it is: