Last Sunday, I invented a new color palette, while attempting to         recreate that shade of freedom your eyes have, when you love fully                 and without restraint.
            Oddly enough, I have noticed,
                    That when your smile awakens me in the morning,
                            It Takes care to do it slowly,
        For I might die, incredulous, of my good fortune.
                        And every night, without fail,
I fall victim, to the dangerous, stalking fragrance of your love.
Which devours me whole.