If I could wake every morning to the sun
in your eyes, like velvet paintings splashed
in bright pools under waterfalls- I remember.
Underneath the window pane, I saw the days
wash over me with a savory sweetness so
divine; oh if I could wake in the morn with
the sun in your eyes- I remember.
Held tight at stop signs secret corners prevailed,
and our whispers were plenty as the winds whipped
and wailed; under our satin company called Blue- I remember.
Your face carves me into something beautiful;
craft like trimmed Christmas trees in autumn- pass
by the shelves of late with pressed sighs, if I could
wake every morning to the sun in your eyes...
And I'll remember you, love
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That's so beautifully written. While reading that, I could relate to what you were talking about. When I was done, I was left very content and I smiled.
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