The stone heart knows not what love it yearns, it is concealed within the cracks of the platelets that surround it.
But
As long as it shall beat, the hot lava shall continue to spread warmth, although it shall give but a small lukewarm convection, it still spreads warmth.
The struggles of the heart may blind many, may cause the beginning or continuation of walls, to keep others away. It'd be foolish I suppose, to believe in a thought that these walls may weaken, maybe it may, maybe for the latter. However not everyone's walls may shatter.
May crumble
May fall...
Some may need a detour, a detour in which confined spaces may be reached, such as a maze leading to a core. If you wish to reach it, honesty must you be plagued with for ones walls may be strengthened and built wider if ones intentions aren't good.
Be careful, for if you wish to see what is obscure to those unknown, be one who is trustworthy, one whose smile is not manipulative and corrupt.
A heart, an organ, complex, essential and small in comparison to that body which it feeds
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The Depth Of Concealment
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