Reflections...5

If you were to love me, my love
all this pain would forever wane
Alas, you won't recognise me then
This molten heart that you so allure
Its warmth and golden hue
would be all soon gone

You see, I am no te-fiti
I won't bloom and flower
Turn all serene and beautiful
Instead I fear, I would turn again
into a dark lump of rock
unrecognisable, unworthy, to be broken again