I didn't have a favorite color
Until my sight met his eyes
So brown, so deep
Sweet, the way caramel is
Depths, like dark ocean beds
High, like clouds above hills
Radiant, like a smoky quartz
I didn't have a favorite feeling
Until my hand met his hair
So silky, so smooth
Black, like friendly shadows
Curly, as if opening a portal
Twisted, as if rippling in air
Shiny, as if blackbird's wings
I didn't have a favorite person
Until my body met his aura
So warm, so graceful
Sacred, as if a Greek God
Visuals, the way nature is
Curve, the way a valley is
Presence, the way sky is
YOU ARE READING
𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬 ♡⸝⸝
Poesía"Forever is Ours" is a tender collection of poetic work binding the complex sensation of love's uncountable emotions. Each verse is a delicate brushstroke upon the canvas of a lover's heartbeat, exploring the depths of passion, longing, and connecti...
