Analysis of Golden

The sun was warm
but not brighter than your eyes
In the green grass we were
With pretty people and pretty smiles

Call it our destiny
a manifestation
How I shaped you
In my best imagination

Crevices in my walls
That once protected my heart
Never made sense until I saw you through them.
I saw a light in the dark, as all my fears fell apart

My wings were white
Strung together after being torn to shreds
Your single touch and
I became golden, with a little flush of red