The sun kissed your features,
As if its light knew no other home,
As if its illumination existed solely for you.
The sun bowed to you.
The wind rustled your hair,
Your jade eyes beamed with radiant youth.
Nothing chained us at that moment,
The world was the canvas for our brush.
Your long fingers intertwined with mine,
I turned your face to place a kiss there.
You had warmed my insides,
Taught me to command my own fate.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
The sun kissed your features,
As if its light knew no other home,
As if its illumination existed solely for you.
The sun bowed to you.
The wind rustled your hair,
Your jade eyes beamed with radiant youth.
Nothing chained us at that moment,
The world was the canvas for our brush.
Your long fingers intertwined with mine,
I turned your face to place a kiss there.
You had warmed my insides,
Taught me to command my own fate.
