Heart Of Gold
I used to feel pain,
used to feel hate,
used to know fear,
and how to run.
But now I fave,
no need for any of that,
because I've found,
something worth the fight.
It's a small word,
a big meaning,
and it's spelt,
L O V E.
I found someone,
who will protect me and,
who'll love me for,
all I am.
He's quiet and shy,
but owns a,
heart of gold,
that beats for the world.
I look at him,
and see his heart,
it's as though,
nothing else matters.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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