A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear
But of naught else would I have mine crafted
Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear
Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted
Diamonds won’t break, neither can they be reshaped
Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed
Of the precious metals, many mimic the moon
But golden is the sun, from which hearts are hewn
This small pearl of ember, reasonably contained
Understandably, however, may become enflamed
No two are alike though they complement
Closer to the whole from which they were rent
It is said, “from ashes to ashes, from dust to dust”
That is to say, “copper to tarnish, iron to rust”
But the golden we live on, this I truly believe
From sun to sun, incandescent and heavy
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