fool for your luv

her

november
the number 7
rainy days with the scent of apple in the air
an ice cold can of dr pepper
and her
——
with all these things that bring me joy
the windows to her soul are my favorite
the color brown is so beautiful
and she wears it ever so perfectly
her gorgeous golden eyes
those magnificent pools of honey
from the dangerous sunflower rays
to the longing oak rings
i love to compliment them
the uniqueness she carries -
i'm utterly infatuated
——
i want her to know she's beyond gifted
that her beauties surpass anything this universe has seen
but she always says she hates it
that "they're basic"
she wishes she could change it
me?
i have never seen something so pure
so magical
pristine
i could gaze into them for a life time
soaking in all their glory -
watching them fill with light
——
her grace so elegant
there is nothing quite like it
i wish i could thank her mother
and the holy father above
for creating something so divine
but as for right now,
i'll thank her for being mine

~ she's my gift from the heavens