I carried my love easily,
it bore no burden to me.
It was my own;
cultivated and wholesome, righteous in devotion.
It was my own.
I lathered myself in it, syrupy and sweet
Swaddled myself in self love while I bided my time
Waited
for the day a love that matched my own came my way.
And there you are, the Golden Hour.
Majestic in hue and cloaked in humility that boasts of confidence
You are beautiful.
You are enough.
You give good love.
I should know, I’ve had far worse
I have entered chasms of despair and had frequently vacationed there, but this…
This love you give me is rare and precious like the gems
and the silk laden trunks that bear them.
You are beautiful.
Sun kissed and chocolate dipped
You are beautiful
You light my world and I yours
We are the light and we shine
We are a moment!
One you must experience to believe, so take a pic before the moment sours,
Love is here and thus it is the golden hour.
Karma Compass 
That’s dang good poetry, woman! I am floored. May your words touch every ear and open every heart. I’m in! “I have entered chasms of despair and had frequently vacationed there”!!??? Me, too, unfortunately and fortunately.