There are reflections of clouds in your eyes. I am saying this because I am in love.
I am saying this because I cannot fathom the peace and panic of my little heart when I find your eyes. Everything goes haywire and I sit still across these tall windows on a lazy Thursday afternoon and think of the mountains.
How every contour of lines fall in imperfectly perfect details, the curves, the depth and the grittiness. That is, with each and every glances given, I began to understand how fallible some of the tallest mountains.
I can't breathe here.
I've spent days on end remembering the details of your eyes. The curves, the depth and the grittiness.
And I got overwhelmed.
Your scent reeks potently of soft summertime whisper in Saint Barthélemy. I could imagine dancing and bathing in the sun, with you, whenever I get near. I wanna get kissed by the Sun with you. I wanna listen to your honey yellow voice for days on end, just laughing with all your heart because each and every time I listen to your lovely laughs I get electrified. I pray to God that He keeps you happy forever because your laughs, the world should never lose the sound of it.
I am not Jimmie Davis, but, you are my sunshine.
Yellow is the colour of happiness and nothing brings me happiness more than seeing you in yellow.
I'll always love you and make you happy
If you will only say the same
