The apple of my eye
The gold that stands aside
Or out, maybe that's why
Attention, my gold tries
Liberates, yet defies
The meanings found in life
My gold mesmeries
She's a tough one, my gold
But a heart that is easily sold
Her shine may never grow old
For she is mine
My gold
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Colorful
PoetryJust a poem book about colors to make you think. Comment and enjoy the poetry. <3
