Your jewelry eyes and silver tongue
Had left me staring from day one.
The golden eggs you laid each day
Suggested there could be a way.

With silver spoon you fed me scraps;
I failed to contemplate a trap:
I failed in choosing to invest
In necklaces and treasure chests.

You showed me that my golden rules
Were gilded silver principles:
Just borrowed hoards from simple fools
I'd crafted into clumsy tools.

The golden silence I should keep
Is shattered by the sobs I weep
And blackened fields I crush at night
While waiting to concede my fight.

The gems I grab for when you pass
May yet usurp my faded brass;
Until then I'll keep polishing
And hope for your astonishing.

The medal that I'll make for you
Will be your midas touch shown true;
I'll hatch the golden eggs you've laid
Until my debt is served or paid.

Your sterling work won't go unseen -
I'll raise you from princess to queen
And when you're there I think you'll see
You've made from lead a golden me.