Letters
The leaves were their greenest today for you.
All aglow with pride, they glimmered emerald as we walked down the footpath through their halls.
I wondered if there was some cosmic plan for decoration during romantic moments such as these, if someone up there was controlling the weather, lighting and temperature just so the image of your silhouette against a brilliant evening sunset lined with hues of green would be burned into my mind until the day I die. I guess I wondered this aloud and you gave me this strange look as though to let me know that there are no such things as random chance. That you and I were here at this very moment in time for the sole purpose of me drinking in this image.
Do you enjoy being adored? I can see where it could grow tiring, knowing that my life would lose much of its definition were you not here in it to help it focus. I can understand how irritating it can be to have someone love you so unconditionally that even your missteps take you in the right direction, if only in the eyes of the most biased observer that could exist.
Does it tire you?
Does it irritate?
I took a few steps ahead of you and looked at the water flowing through a path it had cut through a mud bank, listened to it whisper to me in languages I hope to one day speak, and something made me turn back and look at you.
Never has a mirror been clearer.
All aglow with pride, they glimmered emerald as we walked down the footpath through their halls.
I wondered if there was some cosmic plan for decoration during romantic moments such as these, if someone up there was controlling the weather, lighting and temperature just so the image of your silhouette against a brilliant evening sunset lined with hues of green would be burned into my mind until the day I die. I guess I wondered this aloud and you gave me this strange look as though to let me know that there are no such things as random chance. That you and I were here at this very moment in time for the sole purpose of me drinking in this image.
Do you enjoy being adored? I can see where it could grow tiring, knowing that my life would lose much of its definition were you not here in it to help it focus. I can understand how irritating it can be to have someone love you so unconditionally that even your missteps take you in the right direction, if only in the eyes of the most biased observer that could exist.
Does it tire you?
Does it irritate?
I took a few steps ahead of you and looked at the water flowing through a path it had cut through a mud bank, listened to it whisper to me in languages I hope to one day speak, and something made me turn back and look at you.
Never has a mirror been clearer.