I wrote your eyes into every poem. Dreamt of the two every time I got a moment alone. I placed you up high, on the highest of thrones. I dreamt of your hands calling mine home.
My eyes saw you as rare Like the freshest of air, the kind you feel by the sea. Warm like a blanket, smells like coconut, feels like living in a dream.
With skin so golden, your touch was unspoken And Iβll never forget the way i felt. Like I finally belonged, in your Latin songs, That said you wanted me yours. I fell to my knees, In you I believed, I was your American *****.