love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Only Way I Can Describe It
It was a color. When he stared into your eyes and you thought the ocean raging in them might fall onto your cheeks, it was the color of the salt water on your lips. When he lifted you on his shoulders, it was the color of the sky that wrapped itself around your waist as you waved clouds from your eyes. When he touched your arm, it was electricity and serenity weaving themselves into your soul, rooting him into your heart. It was the color of the flowers he planted in you. Forget me not, they cried.
By Bay Zander7 years ago in Poets
