The shadows within your eyes are my favorite hiding place.
There are tales of great thunderstorms and hurricanes,
But I have never experienced any tantrum of rain.
The fairy tales say your eyes are supposed
to be gold and glowing with joy at all times-
But you, my prince, have glowing eyes
Only when looking at her.
I memorize the shadows of your gray eyes
And avoid your occasional shimmering sunrises and sunsets.
She is your summer; I have always liked winter better.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
The shadows within your eyes are my favorite hiding place.
There are tales of great thunderstorms and hurricanes,
But I have never experienced any tantrum of rain.
The fairy tales say your eyes are supposed
to be gold and glowing with joy at all times-
But you, my prince, have glowing eyes
Only when looking at her.
I memorize the shadows of your gray eyes
And avoid your occasional shimmering sunrises and sunsets.
She is your summer; I have always liked winter better.
