Your Heart Made Of Gold Is The Look My Eyes Can Always Handle

In this inhibition full of minimal grandeur, your heart made of gold is the look my eyes can always handle. Tangible things never do me the best, but when you touched my heart, I became truly blessed. My shelved life was no longer a burden; I started to look out more. I'm ready for your love to out pour.

As I started to sort things out and enjoy the beauty of life. I put the determination back on; it always does me right. The shine you share keeps my day clearer; you're my mirror, you're my father, the sun, but you're made from a different element. You keep people's eyes running. The star of the show has been you since you have been here, seeing you on billboards, and a piece of you is in stores.

One day, as I was walking, I began imagining what it would be like to finally meet you, and in my mind, I saw the moment when our love was forged; the pressure of that imagined meeting felt almost divine. As I continued, your image became fixed at the center of my thoughts. Then, it felt as though a door was opening in my life, and I realized I carried just enough in my pocket to reach you—though I knew that my insincerities were like mere pennies, never enough to attain something as valuable as you. Suddenly, a car honked across the street, jolting me back to reality. After I collected myself and walked a few more steps, I saw you shining at the corner; when you turned and looked at me, I sensed a shift within myself, each emotion drawing me nearer to you. However, just as I was about to reach my 'gold,' I was reminded of all the lessons life had taught me. I calculated my chances, assuring myself that the way was clear, no uncertainty today. The way you looked at me indicated that I was welcome, and you did not turn away. We walked together, and on that day, my dream became reality—I held gold in my hand, and, notably, I did not have to dig for it.