Treasure

July 2, 2008
By Chase Ferren, East Rochester, NY

Oh my betrothed beauty.
Tell me what prompted you to betray your loved.
The ocean’s pearl on your ring finger is your fraudulent beatitude.
Oh my betrothed beauty,
I was the love you betrayed,
The steel heart you melted was mine.
Oh my betrothed beauty.
I love the way you twirl your hair with your left hand.
But not the gold it gets tangled in,
Not the oyster’s treasure it slips over.
Oh my betrothed beauty.
Melt with me and my steel heart.
Melt with me and we’ll bu


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