Falling in love with you
Can only be likened to
Seeing a new color for the first time
With no idea how you missed
An intrinsic, but unfamiliar,
Piece of our universe, and
Not a clue how to respond to
The previously unknown, without
Experiencing it firsthand,
Then after becoming acquainted,
There is a shift into becoming used to
A sensation, feeling like it has
Always been there in the periphery,
Waiting for the right time to be
Seen, until it is noticed enough to
Finally become my favorite color.
YOU ARE READING
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