The Golden Girl

That first embrace,
the softest of any.
Leaning in with uncertainty,
eyes slowly closing.
A thousand fireworks exploding,
lighting the hollow of this once sombre heart.
How much one can feel, dream, imagine,
in the slightest of a second.
Eyes slowly rising,
our gaze meeting like our lips.
An inviting forest of wonder,
no sight more sublime.
A smile forming, uncontrollably, unashamedly,
corners of my mouth peaking unlike ever.
How blind one can be,
when gold lay before you.

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