All That Glitters

All that glitters isn't gold,
This so many times I'm told.

But what is gold?
What is its cost?
Can it be measured
If all is lost?

Is it warm?
Is it cold?
Can it comfort you,
When you grow old?

Can it buy you love,
Or bring you joy?
Is gold a love,
That your heart can enjoy?

Can it say I love you,
And dry a tear?
Will it grow more tender,
Year after year?

The gold that really glitters
Is the gold that I see,
When you have entered a room
And your eyes look at me.

Your eyes have the glitter,
And how they do glow.
Is the gold the only shining thing?
The answer is no.

The wealth is in,
The gold I see,
Found in the love,
Between you and me.