The Brooch, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The BroochThe Brooch, Edvard Munch (1903)

The Brooch

A gift for you I wish to find
One that is beautiful as you are.
But I could travel around the earth
And only have what is second best.
No diamond could have a sparkle
Of that which is in your eyes.
No ruby of the deepest red
A match for the color of your lips.
No karat gold to be so pure
Of the love that you provide.
Yet a selection I must make
As a symbol of my undying love.
You to wear close to your heart,
For that is the place I want to be.

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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