You remind me of the four seasons.
Your dark hazel eyes reminds me of
autumn. When I gaze into them I
see warmth on cold, rainy days. I
see the leaves changing colour and
falling towards the ground. I see walks
under umbrellas on rainy evenings, and
coffee dates at the local coffee shop.
Your perfume reminds me of spring.
It's like a flower scent mixed with sweet strawberries. It reminds me of watching the first flowers grow after the long, cold winter. You know, they say spring is so pretty that even the winter melts for her. It's butterflies in the garden and sunny mornings next to you.
Your dark, wavy hair reminds me of summer. It's like watching the waves on a sunny beach. It's that small, refreshing breeze on a hot summer day. It's picknics in the fields and slow dancing to the sunset from the kitchen window, watching our shadows moving on the wall.
Your soft, pale skin reminds me of winter. I think of snowball fights on our way to the library and holding hands to keep the warmth. It's chapped lips and footprints in the snow. You really are the four seasons.
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Poetry collection
PoetryWelcome to the collection of my poetry and other writings that stumbles across my mind at 3 am.
