Plea #65: Ode to Metal Oh metal...
How you bend so well...
You arc with ease, and never quell.
Your whims and structures are simply enchanting...
You take force and hold strong, without ever slanting.
And when commanded, you melt back into my arms,
Prepared to once again, be formed into garms.

Oh metal...
Your malleableness is so supreme...
You shape yourself to accept any gleem.
And never, shall you snap or fall back...
Never, should you falter, or split, or crack.
Your sheen is the evermost glamorous show...
You don't even need it, and yet there you glow.

Oh metal...
Your charm knows no bounds...
Your clank and your clatter 've become beautiful sounds.
If only my heart were made of you,
I could live for centuries or more...
But alas, I am stuck with the pulse that *I* grew,
Though, it's *your* warmth, that I truly adore.