for i long to see the grand golden hues of fresh daylight and soft rosy blush of early twilight— the sunlit seas and moonlit wilderness— deathless bliss in a pair of serene ebony irises— i stay put on the ground with my scarred feet— battling the thunder, the gale, the avalanche—
for you—for me.
i'd go through thunderstorms just to be able to see rainbows in your irises, for that would make me happy too. in this, i say that i also want to be happy, for i deserve it. mainly written for a crush, yet i also intend to dedicate this to my family and friends, for i'd die for their happiness.