Pondering a Golden Starlet

You’re a starlet in golden form.

Irresistible to eyes wandering.

An enticing aura keeps you warm.

And I stand still, merely pondering.

The way you speak is of singing rain.

The pitter-patter loops endlessly to keep me sane.

You throw your glances to tease my advances.

And your dances glitter my stolen chances.

In another painting, another song,

We may just one day fancy along.

But until my luck runs as true as yours,

I’ll stay pondering forevermore.

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