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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Jackson Avatar
August 29, 2011 at 5:25 PM
Hello Lynn, I enjoyed this beauty. Loving the poems by you I didn't read before....... Glad I got the chance to view it :):)
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August 29, 2011 at 5:12 AM
I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem Lynn. Love the last stanza. Best wishes Em :)
Dietrich Avatar
August 28, 2011 at 11:00 PM
This is charming. I love how real you make her at the end, still wishing for love. I hope this one gets read by more people. Luv, Andrea
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