The Prize

A Poem

I am the little bit of gold in the green of your eyes

I am the tornado in your clear blue skies

I am the fruit loop in your cheerios

I am the cream in the middle of the oreos

I am the single bird in your window on your Delta flight

I am the bark that bites

I am the brown boots with the black dress

I am the calm during all of your stress

I am the single streak of white in your brown hair

I am always your breath of fresh air

I am the fire alarm at three am

I am the Sarah to your Abraham

I am the leader and you the follower

I am the Dinah to your Oliver

I am the soccer ball filling the goal

I am the opposite of your soul

I am the book and you are the reader

I am the queen and you are the pleaser

I am the hallelujah in your church

I am the prize at the end of your search

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