The Band of Gold

A band of gold is comfort to the eye
With form so beautiful and tangible.
Its sweet constriction 'round the skin is warm
And wanting it is understandable,

But love's an object you will never touch
Nor wear as if it were a standard prize,
And you adore the one who gives such gifts,
But love inside the present never lies.

All love, our love, is colored in our sighs
And written in the stars we gaze upon.
Its promises are gold as clouds are gold,
But even after both our shells are gone,

I know my crimson candle will burn bright
In spite of any tempest from above.
We needn't seal our souls inside a gem;
The gem most widely sought in life is love.