I love your eyes.
The uniquely olive and moss specked orbs I was once so foolish to think were a boring cerulean blue.
I love your hair.
The cedar soaked strands I was so convinced were a typical honey kissed blond.
Most of all, I love your smile.
The way your lips tilt ever so slightly to one side and your cheeks tinge an earnest rosy champagne
Before you break open a set of pearls more precious than any gems
I wasn’t aware could make me so happy.
Life seems to be a vast sea of darkness and bleakness
Except without the strange comfort of solitude and nothingness
I’m consumed with desires born from my thoughts and so there I seek solace
But I lay with emptiness
— The End —