This might seem cheesy,
But I love to observe you.
I watch from afar,
Close as I can get,
Or perhaps somewhere in the middle.
I see your lips move in their clever fashion,
Flashing teeth as you smile,
Turning down as you think,
Pinching together in anger.
The pink color is like a flamingo wing,
Like the bright wrapper of a piece of
Candy,
Like the color of a baby's soft coo
As it sits,
Breath taken away by a smile so bright,
So beautiful
It lights up the world.
The color of the mother's love.
Your cheeks rosy like the hue of
The blanket swaddling a
Young girl.
Your hair moving softly in the wind,
Ruffling as the Earth tustles it.
A shining blond,
Like strands of gold
And sunlight fused together.
So soft to the touch
When I brush your cheek with my fingertips,
When you lean into my palm and
Press your pink lips to my hand.
I blush and you laugh,
Of course.
You are my star,
My shining light to see.
To observe.
Golden and pure with patience,
With anger,
With hope,
With happiness,
With joyfulness,
With sadness,
With desperation.
You are my star,
You are my moon,
And you are the planet I observe
I see you,
And I have to look away.
I have to avert my eyes.
I need to look away for just
A moment,
A second,
A minute until I can look upon your gorgeous face once more.
Shimmering in dim sky.
You are my star.
You are the one I
Observe.
