Brass That Masquerades

Brass that masquerades as gold, Fit for any photo-fit, a counterfeit concealed. I know, I know you, Hiding naive amber under the Sun, When you need not be devalued. Glass that tries a diamond life Won't shine the same despite its cut. Not fit for their crowns- The product of sand and not finer science- But you don't need to be. Gold is silent; brass can sing, Your panes aren't made from diamond rings. To change the way you were when born Defames the way I love your form.