her heart was not made
of gold;
gold is too dull,
too common
not much at all
her heart
her heart was the s u n ;
one sun
bright enough to bring light
to thousands of planets;
bright enough
to shine
from worlds away
no, no no, no
never the mind
her heart was
not the only sun;
for her soul,
her mind,
and her smile
shined and shined
and s h i n e d
they all pierced your eyes,
[gasp in pleasurable pain]
for her beauty brings light
into all minds
even into
the darkest
dungeons
of them all
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Poetry(art: Eckart Hahn) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved
