the sky blushes at the sight of you while the wind can't keep its hands away, caressing feeling kneading/needing every inch of your delicate frame and together you dance through the dawn in an intricate waltz to music only you can hear
the sky blushes at the sight of you while the clouds whisper sweet things about you, gossiping admiring lusting over the concept that someone as beautiful as you might be able to one day love them too, but knowing you wont they disperse and clear your view to leave only the blushing sky in their wake with nothing left to hide behind
the sky blushes at the sight of you while the moon attempts to catch one last glimpse of you sneaking stretching peeking over the horizon to see just how beautiful a creature you are, but it can't stay long so it settles for the scrapes on your knees and the bruises on your knuckles and can't help but think that they only add to your unsurpassable beauty
the sky blushes at the sight of you while you stare at the stars that are rapidly and seemingly altogether fading melting disintegrating because the sky cannot help but stare back at the lovely soul that gazes above to make the sky wonder if it's pretty enough, so the sky goes through every colour to please you, black, blue, grey, purple, orange, before finally giving up in a fit of embarrassment that you always seem to find prettiest
the sky blushes at the sight of you while you can't help to blush back