I was but the lonely violet glow that illuminated from the moon. I was resistant, and I was distant. I took human form as a lonely sailor on a small boat, yet that was when I met you. Your hair was short, and mildly curled up as I was to your warmth, reaching towards the sunlight that glows as it sets over an open sea. I had no idea what you were supposed to represent, yet in knowing, upon arriving in a soulful, wondrous rendezvous, you have the delicate symptoms that the lonely heart of mine grew fond of. I could never explain myself the degrading loneliness, nor the growing infatuation. You looked at me in a way that infatuated me, with an energy of completeness. You ingratiate yourself with me, seeming so free from the burdens of life, and the impacts of tomorrow. You bewildered me completely.
Time stopped. There was a climax, unraveling to keep this wave of pleasure from rising. Ah, just as you have opened my eyes, you have shaped my feelings of degrading loneliness, outward tenderness. Exactly how a candle melts in time, how the darkness suffices the light. The electrical vibration that sparks between our intertwining fingers. We met gazes, and I felt my heart flutter. These feelings that were utterly obscure grew, the way I spot my eyes on your freckled features could not be described in terms, other than that of a natural disaster. You were an aesthetic work of art, you were the kind of girl someone like I had needed all this time. I found myself gazing at you, your slightly tousled blonde hair blurring with the wind. You had a girl like me at mercy. In that moment had I realized that you were more than a work of art, but an entirely unique girl that differentiated from that of us. It was fearless eyes like yours that could pinpoint the future. I gaze into your hues, and see oceans. You are the sky, you are beautiful—and I am one to fear what is beautiful. Oh, have you captured my heart. My heart with the violet glow.
