Golden Shovel - This Woman*

I have to wonder who she
Is, a woman who walks
As if she is covered in
Gold. She holds a beauty
That is all natural like
Flowers that grow. The
Way that she is like night
And day, a descendant of
The goddesses. A cloudless
Complexion and sunny climes.
She has eyes the color of starry
And completely clear skies.

*inspired by the first two lines of Lord Byron's poem "She Walks In Beauty."