I saw her through rose colored eyes,
there was so much truth in those lies,
even after I looked past her disguise,
post-infatuation still left me surprised,
Let me try to summise.

When you care for someone, it's almost as if they can't put a foot wrong and even their imperfections are justifiable in your eyes.

I see her through the lens of a friendly sunflower now because that's the zone we're confined to,
sometimes too painful to rhyme through.

Anyway for me it's her pretty brown eyes and how she can't have me stare at them while she's aware so I salvage every moment of their sparkling glare.

She's a princess to me,
enveloped in naive wisdom,
she sees the world in a way that's rare,
tries to cover up how much she cares
but she collects sea shells as memories of every time she's been to the beach.

Such attention to detail shows me how deeply she thinks.
It's amazing how seashells don't crack in the mighty waves.
How come she hasn't cracked?
It's that fragile strength that leaves me in awe and wonder.

I never feared drowning till I was almost engulfed by the ocean.
It quickly went from thrill to thriller.
That's how it feels when I'm with her.
Moments of enjoyment that I'd never trade but moments that it kills me to know might just fade.
Maybe I'll keep some seashells to remind me of the moments I spent with you.