This isn't about me, but I can only
speak from my own lips. This is all
about you, really my perception of
you, so excuse the bias.
You're gold.
From the inside, you shine by
giving your time without personal
benefits. You glitter my littered eyes
with a blistering brightness. You're fearful,
so I'll give you an ear full of whispered compliments and knowing glances.
The world doesn't give
a ****, but you're without a any left to share, having cared every **** to the ******. You are the new dew on morning grass, you are light in darkness, you are gold among rubble, you a sandwich to the starving world, you are everything I could ever hope to be (with).
You are gold, shining on those who've forgotten their lustre.