From Tennon to Willow
—Golden Emeralds
Golden hair and emerald eyes,
Cold metals are your metaphors,
But further from the truth they could not be.
True your hair is yellow bright,
And your eyes, the deepest green,
But they are merely settings
For the blazing heart that beats within.
My heart aches not for the ice of gems
Or the cold of precious metal,
There is no comfort in those things.
Rather, my heart aches for
The heat of your addictive soul-
Enveloping mine and never letting go
Heal my shattered core,
Keep my demons at bay
With your burning essence.
I give my heart to you,
It is yours to raze or—
Love.







Devious Comments
I don't know about love poems. I think they're all basically fluff. But this is pretty fluff.
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Either I mistake your shape and making quite
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
called Robin Goodfellow?
Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
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