Cold
I could wax poetic about how
His eyes are a warm shade of ice blue
I could dedicate an entire ode
To the stubble on his cheeks
I could write a symphony,
create a whole new melody
And never capture the sound
Of a single laugh.
If only the world had appetite
For the longing inside my heart
If only the world could view
His blue through my eyes
If only my poems and songs
Could be new to this world...
Only if the world could see
That my soul yearns to be with his
to save him from the cold
forever melt the icecaps that are his eyes...
Then, maybe,
love could be ours
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