Description: The only person doing any remodelling in my heart is myself. Wouldn't you agree?
Remodelling Of The Heart -------------------------------------------
The doors have opened to my chambers
As I welcome you with loyal grace.
No soul ever rested between these walls
The best of privileges are all yours.
Use whatever you please at your disposal
For you are king in this heart of mine.
Golden rooms blinded beauty to your sight.
The land has many gardens for walking
Hold my hand as I guide you to the light.
No darkness shall reveal itself to you
My guards are protecting their secrets.
Fall in love with all that I have to offer
For this kingdom can be yours some day.
Green trees whispered too softly in your ears.
I let you touch all that I ever cherished
Not knowing the filth of your hands.
I let you acquire what my soul held dear
You turned my chambers into dungeons
No pieces are left of what it was once
No memories of why you were welcomed.
Sharp edges fascinated your sense of rush.
The doors are still opened for you to enter
But not to claim the throne I possess.
These walls will remain painted in gold
Persistent with all the values I hold dear.
Modifications are not yours to be taken
I will decide how my heart be remodelled.
Go, girl , go ! The heart may be broad and spacious but it is the owner which holds the toll ticket to enter. I was a little taken back. The first two stanzas were praiseworthy then crash, bang , the third stanza let the hammer fall. I like, "No memories of why you were welcomed."
Quite a sassy piece. I see there is much remodeling to be done to erase the "dirty hands" from the walls. Still there is an offer of a second try. Good work.