Golden Heart

A golden heart painted in life, Who always does his best, thrice. With grace and kindness, he extends his hand, A heart so noble, in every way so grand. Like brushstrokes of warmth on a canvas so wide, He colors the world, with care as his stride. Not for perfection, nor for applause, But for the quiet joy the heart longs. His feelings are tender, fair, and sincere, What you see is what you get, crystal clear. He gives without asking, authentic and true, No need for disguise, his heart shines through. Even in his humor, his precious shield, His beauty is delicately revealed. He can’t hide what’s in his blood and bones. He just overflows with golden tones.