Precious

You are;

My war, my peace

My golden fleece;

No ocean could keep me away from you

Nor Jason and all his retinue -

And I am as nothing to you...

But I am precious too.

 

You are;

The Basilisk’s stare,

Medusa’s hair

The very sight of you turns me to stone

Petrified, speechless, mouth dry as a bone -

And I am as nothing to you

Yet I am precious too.

 

You are;

The pearl of great worth

The field rich with treasure

I’d trade all the earth

To serve at your pleasure -

Yet I am nothing to you…

But I am precious too.

 

You;

Fly with the archangels

Shine like the Arkenstone

You would bathe in milk and honey

But my riches are not money -

My words shine and shimmer

Like ink from Midas’ fingers

If fifteen men tried to wrench you from my breast

There’d be fifteen men on a dead man’s chest…

I’d give you a song from King Solomon’s mind

And all the jewels in King Solomon’s mines…

 

Still, I am as nothing to you.

 

Yet I am precious too.

 

Reviews

[Distantview123]

Quite a sad write, seemingly telling of an unrequited love. The wording is clever and the imagery is very well-worked. A very good poem! ~ Robert.

[Joseph Eluzai]

This piece evokes alot of vivid memory. It is priceless. Yo yo yo and a bottle of rum.

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it!