Colors

Your eyes are the color of moonlit skies with a twinkle of stardust

There are many things I cannot count that are infinite in the universe and you are one of them.

I can count the butterflies that I dream surround you and pretend that this is our story that we are the best love story ever written.

And you would ask me if I have ever seen something so pure yet so intense that like in a flash of lightning, you would be gone.

But the universe is infinite you see.

And I will be at your side holding your hand because I say I believe that the universe had been fighting for our souls to be together.

Because I dream of you in neon colors that do not exist.

Like the color of stardust,

The meaning of moon beams that mean to light your way throughout the night.

And then I ask you quite blatantly as I whisper love poems in your ear.

What color is love?