My Golden Goddess

There is a fire in my soul,
That ever blazes.
For her I would stop the world,
And take her into mine.
The softness of her touch,
On my bare hands and arms.
Makes me hold my breath,
And beg for air.

Oh how I wish I could take,
Her soft lips that sing sweet things.
And kiss them tenderly,
Forever holding the moment.
To run my hands through,
Her golden and soft hair.

She is my light at the end of the tunnel,
She is always and forever there.
She is the sun rising,
And the moon glowing.
I bask in her radiant beauty,
And her amazing mind.

Oh if she knew,
How I long to hold her.
How she torments me,
Every day just being her.
She is my world,
The reason I live.
She is, without a doubt,
My golden goddess.