A Heart Of Gold

~ Frank Solanki

Of gold my heart was made of
But too often broken
The price was quite well paid up
Though no word was spoken
Steadily and slow the little
Heart that I do own
Turned too numb to feel at all
My heart just turned to stone
Until of course you took my name
Held me with your hand
I never thought I’d feel the same
Never would understand
Now that I’ve encountered you
Your heart just more golden
Than one could ever wish to have
Hear or speak or beholden
Now my heart is like before
Gold as gold could be
And I could wish for nothing more
Than your golden company

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Published by Frank Solanki

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