My Prize

You are my prize marble,
The one I won't play,
The one I keep warm in my pocket, day after day.
I take you out and gaze at you,
When I don't have to share.
I hold you gently in my palm,
Each time discovering a beauty that I hadn't noticed was there.
Like light through a prism, or sunshine on opal,
Color spills everywhere, when I gaze at you.