A touch of Gold

When my mind becomes a stone will you take care of me?

When you get lost and become a clone will you remember me?

If I have nothing of my own would you still stay with me?

She asked me if our house of gold would ever grow tired and cold.

If the embers which spark our souls 

Snuff out all I own, 

I’ll stay by your side and 

you’ll be my queen of everything.