How Does The Heart Feel? Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

There is a heart as hard as a stone,
not responding to the good advice;
just beating in nonacceptance tone,
ignoring the words that are so wise.

A heart as soft as a Mamon bread
is easily hurt by sharp sentence;
the deep wound inflicted has just bled,
so long to heal as a consequence.

There's a heart that desires to be two
inside the chest, confusing its mind;
being perplexed who will be the true
choice to be loved who's one of a kind.

There's an evil heart with an ill aim,
like Judas, its plan is to deceive;
it seems to play a clean and fair game,
when, in fact, all lies its preys receive.

But there is a heart that is so pure,
pulsating in truth and honesty;
it is shaped not to lure but to cure,
having trust, hope, love, and modesty.