Golden Heart

In her hands she held it This heart of solid gold, She'd worn it every day Even when she'd turn so old. Her wrinkled little hands Stroked the precious heart, She'd loved the man who gave it Had loved him from the start. She should have been a beauty Just to be with him, Maybe his eyes were fading With age they were growing dim. She looked into the mirror But quickly turned away, Where did all her youth go When did her beauty fade. Again she stroked the precious heart And said a silent prayer, If I could have one wish It would be that you still care. With my naked body I come to you with love, Please don't turn away from me Because I'm no longer young. I still have the passion And come to you in dark, With this chain around my neck Which holds my golden heart. Lynn Barany