On a beach holiday...at an odd juncture
A golden figure...I saw her
Not all agreed....it seemed they weren't as sure
The next time she popped in my mind's eye
In all her glory, so radiant, demure, even somewhat shy
Soon, we struck upon a conversation
i poured my heart out....cried in submission
She said she was by my side
All would be well....she would be my guide
Often I would approach her in the days to come
My confidante she became....even somewhat my chum
With her watching over me I know all will be well
Worries are at bay and my days are so swell
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