“She has a beautiful heart” had said someone,
“She has a beautiful heart” had mocked someone,
But “she has a beautiful heart” had known someone.
Someone who knew all about her…
The love she could give and the power to hold it back,
The vengeance, the hatred, the guilt, the sadness…
But always more love that she could never lack.
Her eyes said it but her words never could.
Yes she could change it but she never would.
“God made me like this” was what she always said.
And, indeed, he did, a heart as beautiful and as red.
How lucky was someone to be with her,
To live each day with love that pure.
How blessed was someone to be a part,
A part of her and her beautiful heart.
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