THE GOLDEN ONE

 

 A golden piece, he is.

Difficult to break. For if he does, still valuable like molten riches.

For keepers, I hold him close, I protect him, I wear him. 

A chain that reaches my heart or an earring that I lose to his love.

For his worth, I do. 

The grind, the stress, the pressures he can take - turns him into dust. 

Yet, illuminates like a star, love. 
-Karesma Patel