sometimes i gaze up at the sapphire skies,
pearly clouds low like my hand could cup them,
and i gander at her onyx eyes,
obsidian, iridescent,
they might be dark but our love is the light of the world,
like the saffron sunshine gleaming down on our backs,
similar to the verdurous flowers, lilac and  carnation tints deep in the lush chartreuse like splotches of paint on a canvas,
almost like lurid snow sitting softly on frosted branches,
and then i wonder,
how can love this beautiful be a sin