Her Heart
Her heart that glows amber must be a heart of gold;
By the gleam of its luster, it's so tempting to hold.
So soft and so tender, and so pliant to mold;
Yet, it stiffens when the weather is cold.
How many miners out there have handled their gold right,
who did not squander from dawn to morning light?
May he come to realize that her heart is also fragile.
Everyday, it must be nurtured with a smile.
February 7, 2023
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