To my future love,
my eyes are blue.
There was a time in my life when I thought the blue was the wrong blue. They were dull.
They weren't the ones people wrote songs about, or wanted to see, or fell in love with.
They weren't oceans.
Or the sky.
They were just blue.
Then, after a lot of slow love,
slow hope,
and slow acceptance
(from myself and others),
I finally realized I had beautiful blue eyes.
I looked and saw that sometimes
they are icy and gray and dangerous.
Other times they are soft and warm like a light spring rain.
When I truly opened my eyes, I finally saw myself.
One day, I pray you will too.
Sincerely,
Your blue-eyed darling.
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To My Future,
RomanceA random collection of words from the heart... I may one day look back and wish I hadn't written them, but that probably won't make them less true. These letters/poems are what I want to say now, to a person I want to love in the future. I don't...
