I wish my eyes could paint
The beauty of you but
I would never get the color of your eyes right
When they are filled with wonder.
You look at the stars while I gaze at you,
The same fascination guiding my eyes
To discover the constellations the
Freckles create on your jawline.
Or the rosy hue of your cheeks
On a brisk October morning
After your jog, breathless yet filled
With more energy
By 7 AM than a cup of coffee
As dark as the leaves you tousle,
Leaving a tornado of fire behind in your trail
Like the hurricane of fall has crossed your path and you
Have knocked it down before it stepped on your cape.
The rich color of your laughter always stumped me,
Because it was neither loyal to my joke,
Nor cautious as the rising sun,
It was golden.
Like braiding rays of glee and love into a solitary strand
Of pure contentment.
You were happiest in the lightest shade of blue
When the sparrows would sing
And the bees would dance with your ears.
The tint of your sun kissed lips
Doesn't match the shade of the many sunsets
You witnessed with the same innocent fascination
That the whole world is good,
Even if just at that moment.
The baptism of your morning voice into my ears
Is as childish as your wandering fingers,
Tickling me as your golden chuckle
Paints a new canvas for my mind to display
Within the gallery that is you.