Pot of Gold

It’s complex and vital to our system. How else do we function? It’s so easily broken by a simple weapon; love.

My heart is like a prism and you cast your light right on through. It shined back a rainbow arching a bridge for you. You found your pot of gold, opposite side. I have nothing to show for it.

No, I don’t want you to wonder back. What’s the point of touching gold only to return empty handed?
Pirate, steal your treasure and escape with the romance of the journey on the open sea. I just hope in all of the wonder of your adventure, some o f the magic was me.