Golden Princess

 It was as if time stood still along with her, the sun hit her dusky skin like a fairytale, she was a princess, a gold princess to be exact. I lay there quietly starstruck, it was as if the sun rose to her desire and flowers bloomed to be her fragrance, the only difference was that she outshone them so effortlessly. She was a princess, a golden princess to be exact. I gazed at her eyes and was enchanted by the most beautiful shade of honey brown, her eyes the color of chocolate, the color of the sun, those beautiful windows to that golden soul of hers were more mesmerizing than vague words could describe. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke like symphonies sprung out of nature was so much more than just perfect. After all, she was a princess, my golden princess to be exact.