A poem about the heart

My heart is made of lace held fast by Holy fabric strings
its red like a pomegranate warm like my Father's love
my heart is open like a rose in summer when it sings
and when I meet a stranger,... it chances it thereof

My heart is volatile like a bird through an open door
it beats to pulsed emotions living deep inside my chest
finding favor with my soul loving me with sweet adore,
it pumps blood inside my chambers, never taking rest

This heart of mine is made of love and Holiest of things
I spend my time giving true support to those in need
if I were Angel my heart would own two feathered wing
but Angel I am not, though I love to plant the seed,

Its only God that can turn a heart into Holy fabric strings
Its only God that can turn a heart into a heart that sings.