Hair like the golden wheat fields of Elysium.
Crystal blue eyes that grow fiercely in the morning's first light.
She's gentle, tender, and full of giggles.
A sweet frozen treat on a summer afternoon.
The smell of the first grass cuttings in the spring.
Bright, bubbly, and full of laughter.

I have no doubt shadows exist beneath those short aureus locks.
What demons does she hide behind those walls of ice that make up her eyes?
I want to hold her closely, protecting that child-like innocence with my life.

I will stand steadfast, stalwart, ready to serve at any moment some shade attempts to cast a shadow on her glow.
Beneath sheets of polished steel and platinum armaments, I guard her side.

Despite my efforts to hold her near
To hold in the rays of light that radiate off of her
She escapes my charge

She is a dandelion floating in the wind.
Her seeds falling, leaving little joy wherever she wanders.

That beauty is not mine to protect, or contain.

Just mine to behold; for however briefly she allows me.