I do not know if you recognize the sparkle in your eyes,

There is a warmth, in the same way the sun breaks through blinds in the morning,

In how subtly it fills the room with a rose-colored haze.

I know it’s not polite to stare into them forever, but if given the chance, I would chart every hue of your eyes-
an eon of swatches so,
So I never run out of names for forever.

I would break my own heart repeatedly if it means I get to wander through life pouring this love I have conjured into people.

I will ensure that you know I am so overcome with the ability to love. It has never been hard and I find that to be the best thing I can offer to this world.

I want to love you. I want to love you. I want to love you with no expectation that you will love me back.

Only a hope that when you are ready to love again, I get to witness it.