At You

I like how the sun tints your black hair red.

The way you speak truth into being.

Your premonition of life encases so much to look at,

But your imagination runs wild.

You never mean to be politically correct and yet you never mean to be incorrect.

I like the way you kiss me and your smile makes me wanna keep kissing…..

You.

I love mostly your amber eyes.

Deep pools of dark brown hovering over me against the sun and the light of your heart beside my darkness.

You’re an innocent soul and I needn’t say more.

Moreover, don’t let me go.

Don’t let me steal your heart for I am waiting for you to steal mine…..