I don't know a lot of things about you, except the fact that your favorite color is blue, and that your name is unusual, and that you sometimes wear glasses. It's amazing yet worrying how three little facts can run every corner of my brain, pressing itself into every bit of the mess I call thoughts.
I see you in the wavering, blue ocean; one of the most beautiful sights on this Earth, but also one of the most mysterious; just as your eyes.
I see you in the blue ink I write my poems with; all inspired by you, your unusual name, your favorite color, and your black rimmed glasses.
I see you in the peaceful, blue sky, soon to turn into different shades of oranges and pinks, making the day fall into the other one; another day I'll live thinking about you and your unusual name, how good you look both with or without glasses, and that your favorite color is blue.