I use to like
The shiny things
The gold the silver
Anything nice
Expensive and loud,
I adored the envy
Yearned for the jealousy;
I saw how the others
Tried to have
What I had,
But those shiny things
Couldn't keep me
Warm at night,
They couldn't protect me,
Listen or be my friends;
They were lifeless
Heartless and emptiness,
And then I met you;
You were shiny too
But it was a whole
Different bling and shine;
It came from inside
Radiated from you
And lit up
From your eyes;
This was not
Fool's gold,
This was a
Lover's soul,
Showing me
What was
Real treasure...
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