Her golden hair

Her golden hair how I resist my desire to touch your hair drop-down on your shoulders like a river flowing on the slope.  How do I find your features capped grief and those eyes.  How sad charming turn off the light of the sun in your face, baby.  I've created for you so that you only be a source of love and passion over a lifetime so that you sweetie. Your hair like my dreams I feel it’s amazing within my mind but I can’t touch it. I think the secret in your beauty not only in your hair but within your facial features which have a plenty of sadness which gives me imagination about that like the sunset in the winter’s days. I wish touching your hair to smell its perfume and look at your eyes to see the sadness which hovers around your eyes. Don’t be sad because I can’t see you in those moments but I wish fighting all demos which make this beauty covered by all this sadness. Just guide me to the way to find the happiness again for you. Just to see your golden hair fly around you to give me spring breezes again. Baby I will do my best to see your face again like all angels in the heaven. Give me this chance to find my way to your golden hair to touch it.