Simply Me!

In translation I rest,
Upon the bed of roses.
Sometimes the thorn prick,
Making my body bleed.
My triumphs are public,
My efforts are private.
In those dazzling lights,
Nights of darkness are enclosed.
In harmony I create,
Magic for my love.
In her eyes, my world rests,
Everyone else makes me restless.
The dew settles on grass of mind,
Glistening in the streaming sun.
Transparent for some,
For others always opaque.
Shunned by world for metal,
I am for myself,a golden plaque.