I placed my hands
beneath your coat
and placed my heart in a fold,
hidden there for future use
in hopes of turning gold.

I tread on troubled waters
and diligently I walk,
breaking down the pilliars,
the chains, the binds and the locks.

but the chill within
could freeze my soul
and crush my precious jewel,
still,
I press on
and forage the storm
like a battered love starved fool.

Billowing winds and sand storms
mark my colored path,
bringing grains of feathered hope
the end of a journey of wrath.

I will be stedfast and mighty
a warrior true of heart,
bringing forth your deepest hope,
truly
never to part.

As the walls begin to crumble
and storms calm to a still,
the light in your eyes shines brightly
and shows me how you feel.

Bedded still beneath the folds
my heart no longer cold,
I can safely view her granduer
sparkling brilliant gold.