Precious

Like the roses vies your inate emotions...
Trust your companions touches the inner chambers of
Descerning thoughts.
Some call you names.
Some call you pearls
But gold have I non to match your infallible being.
Gliters fall foul of price.
Diamons loose matches
Sparkling light of noons

Your blasting smiles wakes the sleeping dead man.
The embodiments of your name equates splendor.