A Picaroons Nest

An open heart is a vultures lunch box.
An empty heart is a picaroons nest
A loving heart is a narcissists dream
A wounded heart? to risky to invest...
 
My heart is a treasure trove of delights
In there are jewels that sparkle
Not made of silver and not made of gold
What they're made of is rather remarkable.
 
Its feelings and faith and love undiluted
Its trust confidence and compassion
In my heart there is no doubt
And the love that I have ain't on ration..
 
Its blended like the finest malt whisky
Pure as Scottish whisky can be
And if your to take a little sip
Then you'll surely fall in love with me?
 
But my heart is not up for auction
No, my heart isnt empty no more
No vultures can pick away at it
The flesh around it is tougher for sure...
 
No picaroon can try to steal my emotions
I've faced many pirates before in my past
Now that I have my feet firm on the ground
My heart is strong and built to last...
 
So off with you narcissist!
My heart has been rendered dry before
Now it's full of hope and romance
So get yourself through that front door!
 
No longer is my heart to be wounded
Its strong and ready to invest
So hopefully your gonna take me on sweetheart
Cos you bring out in me the best..