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The Iron Maiden
22 August 2006

Her heart was like gold
yet cold and hard to find
A precious metal, soft to touch
yet as steel, in this iron rod to hold

Her soul was enriched
as to the land of Canaan she did live
Her name was beauty in the eyes of God
but who stole her heart, as to the Midas touch

A steam engine, a train transformed on rails
this Tania of Ontario, did she care
or were words, those to give in another way
Time taken, this love gifted in amour
no wonder there was a lock,
upon the heart of her door

Secrets told, affection given
but what of her, a maiden of iron
Maybe she would never know love
for did she understand what that was to give


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares