It’s everyday I see your handsome face,
The spring rejoicing in your amber eyes,
The sun alive through golden beams of hair;
But I have yet to hear a single word
Escape from your lips, that hold the future in.
Why so silent, my humble god of heart?
The language eyes can speak is holy, yes,
But words employ a beauty more profound
Than simple gazes ever hope to hold.
Let’s break the barriers silence built for two,
And burn the walls between our rhyming breaths;
Let’s make a beautiful from a nothing,
And raise infinity from the second’s grave.
Come, just connect the dots and connect these hands—
In every atom we could be divine,
We could be triumphant—golden’s newest name—
Rewriting the spectrum with ribbons of love.
Please be my golden—I’ve eyes for nothing else.