Golden

Golden.

But not like that one British guy’s song.

A type of gold more blinding than the day is long.

The type of gold that shimmers,

Even in the rain, gold is what my energy glimmers.

Gold is the warmth radiating from my soul.

A refreshing embrace from the wind while you’re on a stroll.

Something that can be dull when unannounced

But in the rough waters of life, my love is the most pronounced.

Gold is the wisdom stuck in my bones.

It’s the bounce in my walk, the release of my pheromones.

All of me, complete and aware

Makes you stop and stare

Makes you wonder where she got it from.

Gold is the power that I embrace

The beauty in my coils, the shape of my face.

It is the charm in my voice,

The “ha” in my laughter as I rejoice.

I choose to be golden,

But not like that British guy’s song.

A type of gold more blinding than the day is long.