Easy come easy go

I've been told
By someone in the know
That men whose hearts
As everybody knows
Are cold

Can only love the ones
That run
And hide
And cant be told
From hot
Or cold

Can this be true?
That hearts are blind?
And can not see or hear
The tender kind?

How sad that is
If this be true
For much is lost
In missing those of us
They held while missing you.