Hand was reaching in and peeling back
the folds of comfort neatly tucked
protective gauze, aware or not,
until exposed the inner gut.
And was it of golden hue?
A pure and perfect nut?
It was severely flawed;
a broken little box,
but the heart adored the small and flaw-ful nut
with humble make and raw construct
And loved it more, though flaws may be,
than any gem of rare beauty.