all that glitters is not gold.
all that glitters is not gold -
that's the way the story goes -
she was a glowing beauty to behold -
but with the brillance, there were woes.
she was a diamond, wrapped in grace -
a being, gorgeous, bright and bold -
there was a wonderment about her face -
something mysterious, so I've been told.
all that glitters is not gold -
she was a figure of delight, in many ways -
she called to me, and shaped me, in her mold -
with many acts, within her varied plays.
I was bewitched, by her subtle smile -
she kept me warm, a shelter from the cold -
I fell, enchanted by her stunning style -
she blew to me a kiss, it's then, that I was sold.
I believed, that she alone, was surely mine -
her only one, tucked in her secret fold -
but off she ran, with others of her kind -
all that glitters is not gold.
You just read my mind. Great write.
...and that's how we learn to value those who really matter... well penned, a lesson in life.
nice poem. Golden glitters may have dark spots.
A tale of love that illustrates well the proverbial truth...well written rhyming piece
The theft of heartbeats leaves one cold and empty. Your friend in words, Pete
No great loss... Looks and style really are empty if beauty is only skin deep. I like a simple, unpretentious woman with a kind heart and to me I find beauty when I see her smile. That kind of beauty lasts longer than the former.
thanks for all the comments fellow poets!