The Color of My Life is Golden

In a day, from when the sun rises to when it sets,

Seldom do words mean more than I let,

As I have acted and lied through many tales,

Told to be interesting, albeit fake.

The emotions never bade me to honesty,

So I never gave more than was meant to be.

Why to hold on to a future that is a dream?

Or to a lie just to be unhappy, it seems.

Until fate brought me to my knees,

When the bane of me came in like a breeze.

All colors would drain from my face,

And the mask I donned unveiled by a gaze,

Revealing what was meant to be hidden,

Till the time came, and it was unforbidden.

No attributes I can describe to answer why,

And if I said it was beauty, then that's a lie,

For I come across examples of of every kind,

Yet none hold that control over my mind.

At her very sight I lose composure, and act stupid,

Like there is a gun to my head held by the cupid

But if I am to answer candidly of why I feel,

I think she reminds of me of my favorite color Golden.