The Love I see you as... Purple Prose

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 is the purest of snow, unblemished, not yet touched by the impurities of the rotten world. For I see you as a blank page, ink not able to take your beauty, but magnify it, turning you into a remarkable piece of art behind a piece of glass. Untouched and perfect.

S.S. Nichole