The sun dances in your hair and falls on your body
And I’m cold on this warm summer’s eve.
The hue in the skies have your eyes in them
And the rainbow from yesterday’s rain fades like the end of your smiles.
Your love is my window to the world
And you bless my conscience continually.
You’re like the calm of the sea
And you keep my heart afloat.
So much so I make mental notes
Of your beauty in my imaginations.
But you’re real like the feels of the inside of a rose
And the breeze trapped in a feather from a bird’s wing.
And the maker of my love.
– Smyekh David-West.