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I've heard it said millions of times you have a heart of gold,
so be prepared for it to break, others always told.
But I'm indifferent to their words, reject their philosophies,
because a heart of gold can live as it wants to be.

Unlike steel or platinum or tin of cans and foils,
a heart of gold is soft to touch, reshape and remold,
it's pliable, reliable, untarnished by life's harshness,
and always finds the shape it's in to be a daily presence.

To offer to itself a love no hand or man can take,
and manages the comforting to heal and mend mistakes,
that others forge upon its being without a second thought,
using tear drops like a phoenix to fill in hurtful spots.

So it may shape, repair, remake a safe place for its loves,
forgetting often thoughtlessness in moments it was roughed,
beyond its delicate repose blinded from the truth,
a heart of gold may change its shape but never its value.

So take to mind yourself my friends, if ever you are told,
you have a gracious gift in life within your heart of gold,
because it's yours and true enough you will live to see,
a heart of gold will heal your soul and set your worries free.

Never let another mouth chastise or brand your fate,
that the way you know to love is a big mistake,
but also true with me and you and those of us who care,
guard your heart of gold with diligence, keep it safe from snares.

Which would otherwise cast out the value of your soul,
love yourself always the way you would a heart of gold.

Jade Dane Jaspers