For I look into your eyes and see the wildflowers bloom in the valley, the crash of waves upon the green cliffs. For your eyes hold the truest form of love; pure, wild, free. The depths of them hold no bounds, jumping into waters deep and vast, yet no fear of the darkness can be found within. When I jump in I am weightless, a swam floating on top of a gentle wave. Yet when I dive under, I feel no suffocation for you are the air in my lungs, the beating of my heart. Your hair