Golden Relic.

He treats her like a golden relic.
He would never consider a price as to when he would sell it.

To even admit to owning such a piece,
Would be such a difficult feat.

The relic is a secret to most of all we meet,
Which burdens unhappiness that the relic keeps discrete.

She can't understand if its the power she possesses,
To turn every other girl away from lifting their dresses.

Or a reason of another kind,
Reasons of plenty in her mind.

The relic is an easy comfort,
If loneliness is brought.

Luster gold has faded a bronze overlay,
Only used for his sake, only used for his say.

To the owner of a precious stature,
That mostly only wants to capture.

A relic he lost a few years ago,
A relic that left him hollow.