One day born a king
A young man with a heart of gold

This golden heart he forgot to bring
For his soul was sold

A mistress with a heart so cold
Did take this little heart of his to sing

On a day he was feeling oh so bold
He did all but fall and she smiled and laughed and held his hand the poor thing

She left not soon after with a treasure on her string
a heart dangles as it rests among the others as they rot and mold

The mistress passes and and so does her fling
but this heart it remains solid and enduring as it is only pure gold