My heart is a rock
Try taunt me with love,
But I'm not as dove,
Being gentle, not my strength,
Better not to knock,
My heart's like a rock,
Better keep me at arm's length.
Few opened my soul,
But love not their goal,
Fine friendship they instead sought;
That, a lot, I'll give,
As long as I live,
Since true love can't just be bought.
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