This heart.
Its as delicate as glass,
Yet it can as strong as a rock.
Its as absorbing as a sponge,
Yet it can be as resisting as a magnet.
Its as clever as a nerd,
Yet it can be as foolish as a dud.
With the capability to romance,
As well as its nature to hate,
This heart of mine is a person on its own.
You keep playing games with this heart.
Yet you tell me to stop taking things to heart?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem