Amber
Many have succeeded, yet all have failed
You are a winner; you have prevailed
Left many tinders in a teary trail
You scaled the mountains without ail
I wish I may, I wish I might
Your eyes are stars that shine so bright
Lips that flutter like wings, ready for flight
A pleasure to have you in my sight
The raven's wings are pale to your hair
It sweeps your shoulders without a care
Framing your face, dancing midair
Awkward, curly, freckled flair
How do you spread such bliss?
No arrow of yours has missed
Should I request a kiss?
My amiable amethyst
Many have tried, they have succeeded
I looked to the stars, to them I have pleaded
And to my surprise, they have conceded
You were all that I ever needed