watching a butterfly
land softly
on the petals of a wild flower.
locks of unruly hair
flying with the wind.
untamed,
no matter how hard you try.
the smile that slowly splays
on your lips
when a favorite song plays somewhere.
the color of their eyes
in a bright streak of sunlight.
seeing for yourself
that the brown in there
is a color of its own.
the pure joy in their eyes
when they see you,
and how your heart
skips a beat
as a response.
the 'you remembered?'
and the look in their eyes
that follows the phrase.
all of this
and a lot, lot more
this is what love feels like.
watching the sun
hide beneath the clouds
and the stray rays
peeking out.
the pictures they draw
on your window pane
or on the ground
infiltrating the leaves
of that one tree in your yard
that has seen you grow
into what you are
this very day.
the taste of apples
preserved on your tongue
that you had one cold morning
with sugar and cinnamon.
the faint smell of detergent
on their clothes
when they hug you
oh-so-tight.
or counting the stars
on a cloudless night
you know it's futile
still doing for the sake of it.
all of this
and a lot, lot more
this is what love feels like.
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whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
