philophobia

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Sometimes there is a person, 

sometimes more than one, 

and they change you. 

Brown may have not been the color you yearn for, 

the tiny specks of caramel glittering in their eyes, 

allowing you to relish in the smell of chocolate, 

nonexistent unless your eyes meet. 

The voice that conquers your mind, 

surely wasn't there before,  

the rumbling a new sound of angels, 

painting a different picture of the heaven above, 

or is it below? 

You may have been into the large gestures, 

the cliche ways that one must give in to romance, 

to the whole spontaneous adventures, 

ones relived in the books you cherish. 

The soft whisper of your name, 

in your ear with the feeling of a chorus, 

the single touch of arms surrounding you, 

keeping you safe, 

all you need.