O this heart of mine

She does not yield nor does she cower
She beats out her beautiful songs
And sings ballads of love
She empathizes with the fallen
She refuses to be pragmatic
She is trusting and naive
She is an idealist
She is stubborn, picky, loyal, and kind
She is honest
She is increasingly sensitive 
She hurts and takes the rest of me hostage
She is scorn and I feel the burn
She is corrupted  and the whole of me is tainted
She is purified and all the troubles in the world are pushed aside