There are days when the world is dim,
when the weight of time presses heavy,
and the sky whispers in muted grays—
but then, there is you.
You, with laughter spun like sunlight,
weaving warmth into my weary soul.
Your touch—soft as morning’s first glow—
turns the dust of days to gold.
Every smile you gift me, a coin of joy,
pressed into the treasury of my heart.
Every embrace, a gilded promise,
that even in the dark, we shine.
Time may steal the luster from youth,
may weather our hands with silver,
but the gold we share fades—
it deepens, it strengthens, it remains.
So if the world should turn to shadow,
if years should try to dim our light,
know this: I will always hold onto you,
for you are my gold—forever bright.
