......Of Gold?

I was not looking when you found me you stopped just long enough to smile. I felt your presence all around me and hoped that you would stay awhile. You hurried on - you had your reason and faded slowly in the light, 'twas hot, the highest summer season: And then you turned - I'd hoped you might. You flashed a brief but lovely look, it made me feel quite weird. Then silly me 'What if she took offense at my gray beard? ' Then you were gone, the sun left with you, the night air came with sudden force. And to this day I often miss you when you are not at home, of course. What is she like, I wondered then, what does she value and adore? Would she expect to see in men some muscles, brains and looks and more? And when I left, went down the road I had her on my mind. I thought I recognised the coat or was I going blind? And near an oak tree she was resting, I knew not what to think and thought that someone must be testing to drive me to the brink. The rest you know, my lovely sweet: It's just as you had told. You wanted one that didn't just beat, you needed one of gold. And may I burn in hot damnation for being so conceited. But here I am - on this occasion I must not be defeated! 'I have one, although it is old', I shouted loud into your ear, 'It beats okay - it's made of gold! ' And YOU CAME CLOSE TO HEAR! The little secret -now revealed is that I slaved and polished this drum that was just MOSTLY gold. The flaws are now abolished. And that was only the beginning.