If nothing gold can truly stay
Like Robert Frost once did say
Then explain to me
How can it be
That our love has not fell to pieces. 
But, yes, it has
This day of last
Down to the floor
In fragments more
Than I can count or even look
More than letters in a book. 
You lied when you swore you'd never
Now I love you less than ever. 
Nothing gold
All things old
Love's a trick
A stick
That props a box. 
You hold the rope
That will shatter hope
As despair comes crashing down
With the softest of foreboding sounds. 
From green to gold
The things we hold
So dear to us,
And only us. 
They fade away
While we stay
Watching, waiting,
Anticipating
Their return to our fragile hearts
The place where hurt will always start. 
And as gold dies
The million times
It has before
We love no more.