A Heart Of Gold
I've heard it said millions of times you have a heart of gold, so be prepared for it to break, others always told. But I'm indifferent to their words, reject their philosophies, because a heart of gold can live as it wants to be. Unlike steel or platinum or tin of cans and foils, a heart of gold is soft to touch, reshape and remold, it's pliable, reliable, untarnished by life's harshness, and always finds the shape it's in to be a daily presence. To offer to itself a love no hand or man can take, and manages the comforting to heal and mend mistakes, that others forge upon its being without a second thought, using tear drops like a phoenix to fill in hurtful spots. So it may shape, repair, remake a safe place for its loves, forgetting often thoughtlessness in moments it was roughed, beyond its delicate repose blinded from the truth, a heart of gold may change its shape but never its value. So take to mind yourself my friends, if ever you are told, you have a gracious...