Saturday, November 12, 2011

#5

Those eyes of yours, an everlasting ocean of blue.
The permanent creases welcoming a hello.
With no guard, I feel comfortable.
Free from judgement. Free from expectation.
Brand new with a familiar essence.
Words escape lips without hesitation.
Awkward pauses combined with careless eye contact.
The passion of newness escapes for all to see,
blossoming into a long-lasting bond.


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