The Heart Doesn't Yield To Fleeting Charms Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The heart doesn't yield to fleeting charms,
nor bend to whispers soft upon the breeze.
It stands, a fortress bound by unseen arms,
resisting all but truths that never cease.

Though beauty's glance may linger in its halls,
and passion's flame may flicker in the dark,
the heart holds fast, unmoved by siren calls,
seeking Instead the steady, quiet spark.

For love that stirs must root in fertile ground,
where trust and time entwine in gentle ways.
No sudden touch, no word that's sweetly found,
can pierce the walls that guard its sacred maze.

Yet once the heart is won, it yields entire,
a steadfast keeper of its chosen fire.