I crave to be gazed at during sunrise with fingers tracing the edges of my frame. Brown eyes should reflect the yearning present in mine and be colored with the eagerness of being forever close. The peonise outside of our window would sway in the calm breeze that enclosed our home, brushing against each brick. We would bask in the warmth of our sheets and inhale the air that was contaminated with each song of love that we breathed. There would only be you and I, eternally bathing in the scent of being in love.