You are the golden air I get to breathe.
Nothing so pure,
So rare,
Has ever kissed my lungs and
Bared me such a beautiful life.
I never recognized it until I needed you;
I need that perfect golden air—
Not a mimic.
I need that perfect golden smile
To brighten my day
Those perfect golden eyes
That I never can find my way out of.
That perfect golden you is what I crave.
I cant settle for less; for you are my love, my protector, and
The golden air I breathe.
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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships
