Amber Love

Posted on February 3, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

When first I saw you
I saw love,
But not as a spellbound boy.
I found you
Pristine.
A sacred temple
I could not climb nor enter.
You belonged to no one,
Though you
Are claimed
By so many others’ dreams.
It was the beauty of your love,
Not the love of your beauty,
That made me
My own attachment. A candle,
Which I delicately hung
From your mantle.
It was a gentle
Amber
Love.