"So,whats your thing?" I questioned as i gazed into his amber eyes *(so tender so pure) *waiting for an answer to revamp my world.
“I write” Said he, a whispered proclamation.
"About what?" I asked, hoping to be blessed by his utterance to be blessed by his words
"I write about the rains The pearls from heaven drooping down on the wandering souls a pacific catastrophe
I write about the seas A crystal sheath of calm, unveiling not the length of life but the depth of love
I write about people leaving Painting my book with ink and thoughts as the dreadful picture comes back to life.
I write about the murmur of air Bearing with it a tale, a story unheard.
I write about the sunrise Spearing the eye with golden light death and dark fleeing behind."
and then he stopped.
I dropped my subtle smile as he looked straight into my eyes. Baffled by his gesture i looked down,to my trembling hands only to be met by his eyes again.
and he said,
I write about you my love Those sparkling eyes, that charming smile That countenance full of life