Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.

Love
is a never ending poem
written in erratic lines
which mostly doesn't
but sometimes rhymes.

My biggest fear -----

You'll look at me the way I look at myself

I'm not surprised
I got lost in your eyes
The practically held
The entire universe