Poet

I've written-

in gold-

your soul. 

I've saved it on this slip of parchment, 

so that others may witness your essence,

and fall in love the way I did. 

You'll live forever this way,

different to every reader. 

And even still I cannot contain your rapture,

betwixt this piece of paper. 

So i'll leave it open for that of the wanderer, 

to ponder. 

So that they may find their own agate stone, 

and become a poet on their own.