Gold
True love is like gold,
its value rises as it grows old
but can't be bought and can't be sold,
it warms the heart when it is cold,
it conquers all the mold,
it is faithful though it's bold,
it thrives as it was foretold,
its greatness is always retold.
October 3, 2022
Single Stanza Monorhyme Poetry Contest
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