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

Great Poem Frank, you said a lot in a small amount of words. Thanks for visiting my site I appreciate you!
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Thanks and welcome.
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such a beautiful poem Frank!
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Thank you.
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Wonderful poem Frank!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Amazing work!!! Loved the poem ❤
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Thank you.
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Here’s hoping the heart remains a pleasant yellow gold! (Unlike “white” gold which loses its sheen and has to be replated).
Cheers!
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Ah, thanks.
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Lovely
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Thank you.
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Welcome
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Love this!
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Thank you.
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Your poetry gives the feel of dignity in romance. Loved it.
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Thanks.
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This is wonderful Frank! I love it.
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Thank you.
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I love reading your poetry ❤️
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Thank you so much.
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24 Karat, Frank
(That’s when gold is so pure
and soft. Not hard enough to
be made into mere trinkets.)
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Thanks a lot, David.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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Wow
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Thank you.
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