The colour of the richest sun,
Yet it cannot compare.
The colour of the finest art,
Yet it can't hold my stare.
The colour of the gayest scene,
Yet it can't take my breath.
The colour of a memory,
Yet life still leads to death.
The colour of the finest thread,
Yet you wear it every day.
The colour of the greatest book,
Yet unopened in every way.
The colour of a creature's eyes,
Yet your's are something more,
'Gold' may be the finest hue,
But YOU shake me to my core.
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