Precious Gold

Afar, there stands a mortal blonde.
  amist thy summer’s magic wand.
A touch, thy hand can only take.
  though heart that hand can surely break.
Love risin’ from a shielding youth.
  to bliss the eyes of unborn truth.
through wondering eyes of purely grace
  ‘tis honey amist thy yondering taste.
life’s rarest gold upon thy gaze.
  a queen thy love can only praise.
Blessed be that new fond light,
  shown to thee in the jealous night.
A sparkle of a special kind.
  I knew right there, that gold was mine.