Numb, Yet Never Heartless

An unfeeling heart

Is of my possession;

Some may call it tragic,

But I treasure its solitude.

A distrusting heart

Beats within my chest;

Some may deem it foolish,

But I cherish its safety.

A heart unable to love

Is what I hold dearest.

For a heart which cannot love

Is a heart which cannot break.
And yet,
Do not deem me heartless,
For I lack it not.
A bitter gust of wind froze it in time.
Un-beating, yet intact.
It neither alters nor stirs,
But just remains rigid.
Only he can change this.
Him, whose scent I have yet to breathe.
Him, whose strength I have yet to feel.
Him, whose face I have yet to discover.
He alone can shatter such steadfast ice,
And thus release a pounding heart.
A heart 
Which will feel that which it has withheld.
Do not deem me heartless.
Deem me numb, 
Yet never heartless.