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Gifts of gold.

Who knew what kind of name the rock would try to uphold.

Attempting to be quite bold.

But never being able to break it's one mold.

Constantly coming back cold.

Unaware of how the story unfolds.

Not ever folding from heart break or toll.

Not ever toiling with what it is told or how to be.

Glitter, Glam, And Fashion.

They show not a drop of compassion.

Each and every one of them couldn't ever compare to the love in which we all share.

No matter how we might fair.

Love is a treasure.

No matter the weather.

Something that will constantly be right there.

You live off of it, more so than air.

It's a gift that you need to survive out there.

A heart you can wear on your chest or sleeve.

It's that one person you pray never leaves.

And even when the winds change direction you still hold affection indeed.

A hope to be freed from the torment, the waters being calm in a storm - Love is a saving grace.

Love is something that shalt not be erased.

- Ariah Christman

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Big thanks to Phieeeelers for the poem idea. Hope you like it! 💕💕