Gilded Rose

Orange blossom showers
On organza silk,
A gown fit for a princess
with skin of purest milk

Head of dusky twilight,
Curls that lock the stars,
Little gemstones in her crown,
Like tiny ingot bars,

A girl to grace the moon
Steps just light as air,
With gentle wisps of sugar
Her words can strip you bare.

Beauty may dazzle bright,
Candles melt with time.
Reason outwits illusion
When love is so sublime.

Seek not golden treasure.
Amber is not gold.
Gilded roses come to wilt
When all is said and told.