gold lights light the city
the softness in the curves of your face
remind me of the security in innocence
you take a flower off a tree
dangling right above your gold head
and you put it in my hair
gently as if everything were made of glass
when the petals are in my hair
you call me angel
i take your hand in mine
you kiss me on the forehead
i feel like gold when i am with you
i feel like you, and you are my treasure
you are gold