The breaking light of day danced in deep blue fissures in her eyes mimicking the ocean before her, sunlight glinting off of flecks of gold as he longed to be the subject of her gaze. He saw the way the rising Atlantic sun kissed her freckled face, and in that moment he knew he wanted nothing more than to kiss her in that way every sacred morning for the rest of his life.
I've decided finally to try and write a book. This is an excerpt from said book, poetically adapted. I edited words and spastically pressed the enter key and space bar to make it look less prose-y. Wish me luck in writing! It's obviously not an overnight thing but hey. Thanks for reading.