Your smile is the morning light that filters through cracks of glass in the windows. It's so beautiful, those brief smiles. The corners of your lips, shy, frolick like deer scampering among a summer wood: sweet, innocent and utterly unaware. Your eyes are a confectioner's delight: spun toffee by morning, molten caramel by night. Your freckles are a spray of cinnamon powder, dusted lightly on top to settle the effect. It's complicated. You are nature's art. And I cherish every piece of it.
YOU ARE READING
In Principio
Poesíahello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
