• The sun shines upon you, as if to reveal your soul, like a fluorescent light behind colored glass.

    never will I compare to a thing so pure, I stand in complete density, hovering in the shadows you leave behind..

    flowers bloom in your presence, as if to beg for your attention..
    mocha skin, tanned and soft,
    no darkness dare cross paths with a light so warm.



    I wait in winter, and you in summer, for a change of weather.
    shall we ever bloom together?