“Love has a Way of Showing its Color” – Poem

Wild as the petals upon the meadow’s edge

Your cheeks grew to be the distant sunset,

The color of love.

A long blush held me captive

As I was held in awe, I took what gaze I could find.

From two eyes, I merely saw one

Staring back, for the eye I saw to be the sun

Held its clouds buried beneath,

And the shower of color was you blushing

The world into a flurry.

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