his eyes...
oh god,
his eyes.
looking into them reminds me of home.
home is with him.
but looking into his eyes,
brings me to a safe, cozy home.
his eyes are so beautiful to look into.
not one I could love more,
I may love my own eyes,
but his,
oh god...his eyes...
are perfect.
his eyes are the ones that make me feel safe.
his eyes remind me of cozy mornings waking up next to him,
sharing a cup of coffee as we sit outside,
admiring the world outside of us.
admiring his own soul.
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Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
