Heart - Poem by Gina Whitacre
The single element of our being that separates us from everyone
and every living thing that exist.
Our heart is our life line, it can break us or make us and it solely
determines our destination.
Or heart feeds our determination and strengthens our purpose.
Our heart gives way to fantasy and allows dreams to become reality.
A strong and giving heart, can conquer any challenge.
For the characteristics it inherits, gives power to achieve, where others fail.
It's as if everything it touches becomes gold after a matured time.
It shares the same characteristics as gold,
a precious and very unique substance pursued by all (or many).
It's uniqueness and worth, far out weighs any other substance in the world.
"A heart gives solely to be giving."
"The reward is found only in the eyes of the receiving"
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