You
Intriguing sparkles
As I peer in,
Curious;
Earnest to learn more
About you.

I yearn
To admire you
Through a kaleidoscope,
Watch the crystals crash perfectly
The beautiful imperfections blend
Into unique shapes
Of you.

I so desire
To fit us both
Into a kaleidoscope,
Watch us collide like fate
And fuse
Into breathtaking art
Reflecting each other
As the kaleidoscope of life
Endlessly turns.

Uncertain
It is,
But one day perhaps
I pray
It'll freeze,
Everlasting
Where our feelings meet.

An owl
Told me
Once upon many times,
That I must
Love valiantly,
Toss fear to the wind.

But when I'm alone
Defenseless，
Stuck in a limbo;
Infinite possibilities await,
Sir Owl, I pray thee
Teach me:
How do I love
When I'm afraid
To    
     F
       A
          L
             L ?

Your
Lingering touch
Concerned voice
Teasing texts
Playful smile--

Since when
Did my unwavering heart start
Aching
Yearning for more,
Unapologetically greedy.
Ah. He's
The One.
My heart whispers
As gentle as you
"Yes"
But my mouth pridefully yells
"No"

Eyeing you like candy drops
Poised upon the tabletop
I urge you,
Give me a sign

Looping handwriting
Spelling my name with                      
                                                 Invisible
Ink
Honey-coloured smile
In my    
                                                 Mind's
Eye
I plead,
Gift me a sign

My skin senses
Your Electric touch
A thousand miles from reality.
I beg,
Grant me a sign.
Please,
I pray,
Bestow upon me
My impossible miracle.

You
Who gazed upon I
With railroad tracks across
Disobedient teeth,
Bumps blooming defiantly
And overwhelming exhaustion
Painted under my muddy hazels,
Declared this imperfection
Perfection.

You
Lay me down gently
Carass the smooth folds,
With steely greys against my hazels,
Peel away delicately
Layer upon layer--
Infinite; Endless,
Exploring unknown depths,
Savouring every inch
Then kiss me whole
Knowing the bruises and blemishes
In my battered soul
And kiss me anyways.

Sweet, sweet Angel
Your dazzling azure orbs
Light up my muddy browns.
Honey,
Won't you be my lighthouse
Shining through the miasma of life?

Sweet, sweet Fantasy
Perfectly Imperfect,
Gentle Passion.
Honey,
Won't you be my
Wish upon every shooting star?

Is not those whispered sweet nothings—
Fleeting,
And gone with the wind,
But the beautiful shape
Your soft lips curve into
When you whisper
“I love you”.

-Bella R.