He likes the clouds
Slowly shifting spinning circles showing
Shapes solely he sees
What beauty does he see
In a storm-cloudy mind
What form does he see
Fit to call me “perfect?”
I like the stars
Pictures cut through the night sky
I see as the past prescribes.
I do not know what he sees in me,
But how I love
His careful consideration
The wonder in his eyes
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
He likes the clouds
Slowly shifting spinning circles showing
Shapes solely he sees
What beauty does he see
In a storm-cloudy mind
What form does he see
Fit to call me “perfect?”
I like the stars
Pictures cut through the night sky
I see as the past prescribes.
I do not know what he sees in me,
But how I love
His careful consideration
The wonder in his eyes
