His eyes are green
And the skin is soft
I wonder what he feels when I touch his soul
He is not alike others
He is a passive dreamer
Been stuck in the vision that captivates his desires
Lusts for idealism that he seems to fear.
He believes in love
He says he’s seen it
I ask: what is its color?
He’d rather not say.
But he does eventually, and his answer
Red with hints of gray
Which does not make me wonder.
He has a special kind of laugh
The one that at first, you feel empowered
Dusts of happiness and waves of joy
You think that nothing has ever been flawed
I like to kiss him and smile when I do
My feelings towards him just grew
And it happens every single time our passion
Transforms into a physical creation
His red lips resemble his idea of love
Tastes sugary and brings me infinity
And thus forever our souls will never be rewritten
Our love is more than just a vision.