A girl with a heart of gold,
Sees the beauty even in the old.
I find it hard to see the beauty in life,
Dos this mean I have a heart of ice?
Am I really heartless,
that I cannot express,
The sentiment other people may express?
Does it make me bitter,
Because my life is not coated in glitter?
My heart is not plated with cold,
Yet I do not have a heart of gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite interesting here.............