what if my love were not gold,
but just humble copper,
would you think it less worthy?
copper pennies don't matter much,
they weigh down wallets,
dropped carelessly in tip jars,
rounded off in calculations,
why do we have them at all?
if you found me in a back pocket
of your not so favorite trousers,
snagged by a low branch,
when you stood under tree
because it was raining,
would you rescue me or would you
let me roll down to the roots,
and sink into cracks in the pavement?
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