the giddy excitement of falling for you every single day is enough to keep my feet on the earth and my head and heart up on cloud nine.

i live in a world of pink clouds and love in every shade of the most beautiful sunsets,

all my love flows and grows so much that no container could hold it,

no words could properly describe it.

i tell you "i love you" and all the while hope that i'm filling those three words with all the words i don't have to describe the way you make me feel.

my heart is yours and my soul has long out-burned the stars in the heavens with the fiery passion of the love of every lifetime before this one,

the longstanding connection and admiration that would make even the gods pray for something so heavenly.

people often think of swimming in blue eyes;

eyes comparable to the calm ocean or the sky and heavens above.

i fell in love with your brown eyes and the nurturing safety i feel in them.

eyes comparable to the earth in which all living things grow and thrive,

eyes that are comparable to devil's food cake;

taunting, tempting, cloaked in a curtain of black lashes, a symbol of rich seduction.

they are like the stable ground on which i plant my feet;

steady, prepared to catch me when i fall in a warm, natural embrace.

brown eyes in the sun are pools of honey and amber, enticing to the heart and soul.

they are sunlight through bottles of whiskey and the earth after the rainfall.

they wrap me in a warmth like that of a fuzzy blanket on a chilly winter day,

they fill my soul with the warmth of a cup of coffee or hot cocoa.

they are warm, they are inviting,

they are home.

people often think of swimming in blue eyes;

eyes comparable to the calm ocean or the sky and heavens above.

i fell in love with your brown eyes and the nurturing safety i feel in them.

eyes comparable to the earth in which all living things grow and thrive,

eyes that are comparable to devil's food cake;

taunting, tempting, cloaked in a curtain of black lashes, a symbol of rich seduction.

they are like the stable ground on which i plant my feet;

steady, prepared to catch me when i fall in a warm, natural embrace.

brown eyes in the sun are pools of honey and amber, enticing to the heart and soul.

they are sunlight through bottles of whiskey and the earth after the rainfall.

they wrap me in a warmth like that of a fuzzy blanket on a chilly winter day,

they fill my soul with the warmth of a cup of coffee or hot cocoa.

they are warm, they are inviting,

they are home.