Forever shall it be,
When one loveth not,
That the heart be like ice,
Left to die and rot.

It happens to those who forsake it,
Or believe it not to be,
But a loving heart is precious,
And will stay, need it be.

But for those who chose the dark side,
Or live life through struggles and pain,
Your heart will die within you,
And leave your life just the same.

But there is hope for those who want it,
A heart full of love and life,
You must first love yourself again,
To bring it back to life.

Some need help to do so,
Through a lover it most often be,
Through a song sometimes or a poem
Wherever inspiration may be.

But to those who think dead hearts,
Bring character to one's life,
Be warned that though it may do so,
It wounds you like a knife.

So to those with hearts a light,
I bid you all good days.
But to those with hearts of death,
I hope you see the error of your ways.