Within them,
I see the greatest beauty this world has to offer.
They are everything from dark, shimmering sea glass
Worn into perfect circles;
To the fertile earth where I would dare to bury seeds of love,
Planting a garden to feed you from.
They are alive,
As the bark of an oak after rainfall.
Bold as coffee,
Though never as bitter.
Somewhere to look when I crave something sweet,
Something decadent.
They are ever-changing.
Into the most deep dark,
I could lose myself;
to have the sunlight expose their brilliance,
I'd find myself again.
Diving into two copper pools of the richest honey.
The burning amber consuming my focus,
I could drown within them.
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