Oh how cutting his words brushed
A masterpiece, Her nude heart-
Fragmented, anguished, so crushed
Helpless, bleeding, torn apart.

One final thrust of that sword-
Deep wounds as he said "Goodbye"
Short but harsh, a ruthless word,
Gnawing pain flowed from her eyes.

Though exposed, naked lover-
Her true colors were revealed,
In her pain she prayed for others-
With her wounds, to pray she willed.

The show's over, she lets go,
On life's canvas, what love holds,
And the viewers will always know,
Her nude heart is... made of gold.
















"But He knows the way that I take;
when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold."
(Job 23:10)


"He who refreshes others will himself be refreshed...." (Proverbs 11:25)