Pastels paint the sky in hues of orange and pink; but, it's all too soon to cast too much of a reflection upon his eyes. His perfect eyes, she always thinks to herself; full of adoration and curiosity. Not even the fresh flowers blooming just outside of her bedroom window could even begin to compare to those eyes -- those eyes that enraptured her in a way she was not used to. Hell, his very breath may just as well have been as icy as that frosty morning, but his words heated her quicker than the fireplace within her living room ever could. Such a sight would leave anyone's thoughts spiraling in desperation to capture and describe that of the rising sun at that precise moment, but she was sure that nothing would even begin to compare to the slow growing smile that was placing itself upon his lips.
Those lips, she thought to herself, that deserved a kiss.
