The wonder o she,
such inspire poetry.
A crafted exhale
I fall short unfortunately.
But my heart is melodical
Not of thought sought methodical.
I must kiss to your palm
Though be ridden of charm.
Lest i pander to whim
Then i be every him.
I'll consider you gold
And of which I'd not wear
I am greedy to hold
For only gold that i care.
How this greed woke for you
For such wonder I knew.
Ne'er spent nor be placed
For such priceless embraced.
A comparison hilarious
Ne'er all gold be so priceless.
Gale the happiness grow
For such wonder I know
Not of poet do my heart
Though e'er a jolt start.
Till a woe become mine
For art warmth of a rhyme.
In my light
in my dark
I can feel
that gold spark...