Is all gold good, as many allude,
Or is much of it dirty, disgusting, and lewd?
Perhaps it’s the way it was acquired—
Mined, bought, or won through blood once admired.
The value lies in how it came to be,
Though few will ever know its true history.
Yet beauty still shines, sifted and aglow…
Is all gold good? Only the heart can know.
How do you say you manifest,
If in your heart the vision you confess?
Or do the two together blend,
Until each helps the other mend?
Into your eyes, with quiet intrigue, I look,
Longing to reclaim the heart that was forsook.
Once I held it gently within my hands,
Now we drift apart like forgotten lands.
I wish forever offered one path back,
Before our love slipped through each growing crack.
Too many mistakes and too many wrongs
Silenced the place where we once belonged.
Yet I still wander through yesterday’s light,
Where laughter danced from morning into night.
Those moments of love and tender bliss
Remain the treasures I’ll forever miss.
Forever is the burden I now bear,
A lonely soul wrapped in black despair.
I have learned that some dreams cannot be,
Yet love and emotion refuse to leave me.
So here I stand, with hope grown thin,
Holding the echoes of what might have been.
But now…
Into your eyes, with quiet intrigue, I look,
Longing to reclaim the heart that was forsook.
