Heart of Hearts (a short poem)




 To know thy heart,

you must look within.

If the color is dark, it is full of sin.

A heart of gold is giving and pure,

but oversharing is a sickness, not a cure.

The only heart that reigns above,

is the heart that knows,

unconditional love.

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