Golden streets

In the streets lined with gold,
Full of treasures to behold.
Center of  each story told,
Is the true king of the bold.

A king so loving and kind,
With the others on his mind.
Leading the path he designed,
His true love follows behind.

Lighting the way to the end,
For the hearts that need to mend.
No need to themselves defend,
Only to trust and ascend.

Leaving behind perfect dust,
Learning to love is a must.
To stop the invading rust,
Starting with the very crust.