Absolute beauty of absolute gold
Not of or by fools, for fools could not hold
Would burn through the heart and filter into the soul
To fill from the bottom; fill into the whole
Guilty, not guilty, confused to no end
But gold of such magnitude one could not spend

Crystals that shimmer in bright summer's sun
Water that babbles within brooks that run
Embroidered in hearts as seams and as patches
Win the large war and forget about matches
A kiss on the cheek with whispers so sweet
The place of life where true love goes to meet