A Face of Gold

They told me I was golden, bright like the sun.

"She had a way with me, with a splitting, cursing tongue."

That I could glow through pain, and match my strife to glee,

but as "yellow as can be," it never felt like me.

They said that I had blended.

My eyes my cheeks my fire,

into an ominous presence,

into a bright desire.

And that within my warmth, I could help you grow.

But there's something about the sun, that they just did not know.

The star that it is named,

that's in it's very core,

will freeze like all the others,

burst to be adorned.