This soft gold light is only our beginning
Love, let us talk until this gold turns silver-
To other people this may not seem winning
And even no more than a bronze sliver.
This feeling is something more intrinsic-
Their views are sick and green; take no notice.
We two have been false, but this is no trick.
If they all were to go; you I would miss.
Alchemy comes simple to you, my only. Much too.
This witches brew comes easy to us, too. Only us.
‘Tis not a potion of love- mine is you.
There is reason for their raising a fuss-
If you are bronze, you are my bronze locket
Never fear, it is too late to stop it.