Her heart is white

A color so pure

A color that shows she is innocent, demure


A white-hearted girl should be easy to love

She has not been tainted

Her spirit soars like a dove


Her heart is a golden lock

Surely a treasure

Its inner beauty is impossible to measure


. . .


Yet others forget that a lock needs a key

No one has entered

Her heart is empty


The white-hearted girl sits alone in her room

Spinning her life

On a lonely loom



Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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