Golden

“Do you taste as sweet as sugar?” he asked

She reflected….

She used to be like a fine white table sugar; adding sweetness to all she mingled with, even the rejected

Overtime, as she combined; her soul became burnt too many times

Now she drips of a sweeter nectar

Different from the plain white stuff she’d been lending cup after cup of

Giving and giving with no return of the sweet love

Nowadays, Golden tones of luscious caramel flow deep through her veins

A different hue from the innocence she was accustomed too

The tables have finally turned, as she’s learned

Without embellish, she has to be selfish

“Not just any man can relish”