You, with the soft spoken words
you, with the sunlight in your eyes
you are the beauty from which everything stems
you are the flowers that bloom in warmth
in the rain
in the morning and evening sun
you are happiness felt in the breezes that tussle messy locks
you are the sky when it’s set ablaze
you are the moon in the chill of the night
that rules the tides
that comes and goes
like change is all it knows
you are the sea of stars reflected upon calm waters
you are the slate greys of storm clouds
the ocean’s painting of aqua blues, teals, and the blackest of black
you lie at the depths and rise with the sun
and you overstay your welcome so that the moon becomes your eyes
you are handcrafted grace
the ribbons and lace sewn between seams
the very thing that holds everything together
just. as. it. should be.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
You, with the soft spoken words
you, with the sunlight in your eyes
you are the beauty from which everything stems
you are the flowers that bloom in warmth
in the rain
in the morning and evening sun
you are happiness felt in the breezes that tussle messy locks
you are the sky when it’s set ablaze
you are the moon in the chill of the night
that rules the tides
that comes and goes
like change is all it knows
you are the sea of stars reflected upon calm waters
you are the slate greys of storm clouds
the ocean’s painting of aqua blues, teals, and the blackest of black
you lie at the depths and rise with the sun
and you overstay your welcome so that the moon becomes your eyes
you are handcrafted grace
the ribbons and lace sewn between seams
the very thing that holds everything together
just. as. it. should be.
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