What is your دل like?

~Poem~

Sometimes my دل is made of stone.
So no one can touch it یا feel it beating,
یا even break it.
I like it when I can't feel pain یا hurt یا emotions.
I feel happy with a دل made of stone.

Sometimes my دل is made of glass.
And it becomes easy to break,
and it is most of the time cracked and broken.
And if آپ touch it, it could shatter into a million pieces.
I don't like it when my دل is made of glass.

Sometimes my دل is cold.
When it's cold know can touch یا wants to,
It becomes every closed and shut away from the world.
I don't like یا hate it when my دل is made of stone.

Sometimes my دل is hot.
It's angry and mad and when آپ touch it,
It burns.
No one likes me when my دل is hot.
And I don't like me nether.

Sometime my دل is made of,
Stone یا glass,
یا it's cold یا hot,
but in the end there all me and if آپ can't handle that,
Then your not the one for me.

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So what is your دل like? Is it cold and dark یا hot and untouchable? Is it stone یا glass یا something more?