she gave me a token
a ribbon of love
grown from nature's soil
sewn with the sun
golden strands sparkling
like nuggets in a stream
white gold, yellow, the color of wheat
woven magically by birth and heredity
to carry in a locket hanging
from a silver chain
held next to my heart
a piece of her as in ye olden days
when damsels gave their knights
a piece of themselves before
going into the fight
i carried it with great care
held it close every night
a lock of her hair
a true romantic's delight.
Regis
Lovely ...