Her heart is made of gold,
She is an endless action.
Her touch and voice
Liquefies the boiled eggs.
She’s a motivation,
That true reaction
An obedient heart precedes.
Pierce the chest, let it tear
Her heart beats subdues fear.
Is it that very heavy?
To her the world is no load…
No one needs the truth to be told
For her momentum is rainy
And her heart is made of gold..