Your eyes as clear as summer skies
Can be clouded in an instant by a summer storm;
And yet-
I love them all the more.
Freckles dot your skin,
Emulating stars in the vast night sky,
And I know if I were to follow them
I would be guided home.
Your unruly hair blows wild in the wind stirred up around us,
And yet-
I feel not the slightest chill while wrapped up in your arms.
And if I were to be with you on the worst of days,
My heart would soar to know I had the privilege of seeing the parts of you that no one else cared to notice;
Because all of your pieces and parts may not be perfect,
And yet-
I wouldn't want you any other way.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
Your eyes as clear as summer skies
Can be clouded in an instant by a summer storm;
And yet-
I love them all the more.
Freckles dot your skin,
Emulating stars in the vast night sky,
And I know if I were to follow them
I would be guided home.
Your unruly hair blows wild in the wind stirred up around us,
And yet-
I feel not the slightest chill while wrapped up in your arms.
And if I were to be with you on the worst of days,
My heart would soar to know I had the privilege of seeing the parts of you that no one else cared to notice;
Because all of your pieces and parts may not be perfect,
And yet-
I wouldn't want you any other way.
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