He'll pour the sweetest honey words
And you'll willingly take every sticky drop
Not knowing that he'll take you when the amber hardens
And add you to his collection

Her neck was adorned by a neckpiece of unique memories trapped in ancient amber...!

For aren't some moments too worthwhile to be forgotten by the mind....

Yet too heavy a price to lose from the heart?

'Twas fading, slowly...
your face turning
into a bleak silhouette,
exquisitely melding
with the dark plane,
where your languid countenance
had once burned ablaze...
But, your amber eyes
never dimmed,
Luciform flames rising
Awash in the subtle glow,
Something deepened within.
In your eyes, my frame
A butterfly in crystal amber.
Byzantine wings suspended
In star-thistle nectar drop.