The Glow of Gold
Gold upon her, not just adorn,
But a light within, quietly reborn.
A shimmer of elegance, subtle yet bright,
Filling her heart with radiant delight.
Each piece she wears, a story untold,
Of warmth, of value, of love in gold.
It graces her spirit, it makes her whole,
A silent whisper that empowers her soul.
To the opera she goes, dressed to the nines,
A vision of beauty, as her presence aligns.
A gown that flows, a necklace that gleams,
She steps like a queen, fulfilling her dreams.
Her confidence soars, she knows she belongs,
In a world of grandeur, of music and songs.
She is part of the magic, the opulent air,
Carrying herself with a grace beyond compare.
At the after-party, as I hold her hand,
The room responds, a quiet demand.
Heads turn slowly, captivated by sight,
Her golden glow soft, yet stealing the night.
She moves with poise, a queen of her own,
Commanding the room, though she’s never shown
A need for approval, yet it lingers still—
Admiration met with her confident will.
And I, by her side, watch her reign,
Proud of her beauty, her strength, her domain.
For in her gold, her smile, her grace,
She is the glow in every space.