I think I saw God in your eyes
last spring;
you took me to a meadow
circled with trees.
A picnic in the grass,
underneath a blanket of blue skies
as the sunlight danced
on your hair
and you looked at me
like I was the most
beautiful thing
you've ever seen.
YOU ARE READING
A Bridge Between Minds
PoetryA series of poems describing the relationship with my boyfriend, beginning with the first night we met.
