His eyes like the colours of the ocean
I wish to dive into it's depths
But I lose my breath too quickly

His lips so unreachable but yet so near..
I must stop staring

His voice so masculine and yet so high

He is perfection in a tie
But every button closed so what is he thinking?

But you have been told before perfection does not exist.

The other day I was silently observing a conversation between a couple of young ladies,
They were talking about marriage and love and then I heard the eldest of them say,
"6 months? that isn't love, that's puppy love if anything." and she laughed.
And not that I really gave a ****,
but I thought to myself,
Is she trying to be cool by acting as if she doesn't believe in the magic of love?
Who is she to say whether somebody that she has never met, loves somebody else that she has never met.
Who is she?
Love is very complex and just like beauty, there is no one single definition for love.
And who is she to say that this person doesn't love this other person.
Each case of Love is so different and honestly she is a close minded stereotypical person for saying such a thing. Like do you even believe in Love if you don't think that it can happen at any time.
Like do you really believe that love has such ridiculous rules like
"you can't love somebody until a certain time has passed since you met them" That is so
The opposite of love.
The magnificent thing about love is that it comes without a warning and without a reason. There is no outline to love.
Love just happens and you can't plan it nor should you want to.
Love is the most beautiful thing a person can feel but one can never know how it shall happen or when it shall happen or with whom it shall happen.

When spring arrives
From every tree tip
Flowers will bloom,
But those children
Who fell with last autumn’s leaves
Will never return.

Rise up for my violent rejection
and silently return
for your beautifully brutal revenge.

I fall to taste the sharp pavement
unaware,
jumping up,
ready for more,
with rocks in a crooked spine.