Midas Touch, Question Mark

I didn't borrow it, it's apart of me Like the rainbow fleece Like a trophy waiting for me Like the breath I breathe and need But it leaves Flowing like my tears, a river doesn't have enough water to see I have the Midas Touch I turn poems into paintings That shine like the sun because diamonds have too much shade The pressure is not from fear of messing up but fear that happily ever after may not come I have the Midas Touch p.s. but I can't seem to put my finger on the right relationship...