Golden

In winter, I am secure and safe
Having spent most of my life in this place

With age, I began to feel the cold
The lonesomeness became tired and old

In growth, I was able to know
Something fresh in the melting snow

With Spring, my contentment was shown
Still longing for warmth I have never known

In Summer, you would bring the sun
Kissing my cheeks and starting the run

The show I have wanted to see
Would truly become part of you and me

Dancing light would lift my heart
It would never leave us cold, drifting apart

From Spring, I can see the summer there
I want to reach out to you, making you care

To you, I would always be beholden
For being the one who made me golden.

--Andrea Domitrovich