Red thread

When I think I see you,

my heart skips a beat.

Stars fall from the sky into my eyes

and petals on flowers

float lazily to the ground.

That's the effect he has on me,

you see,

he is all the notes in a beautiful symphony~

the bluest part of any ocean.

Take whatever you love and

all the beauty you see in every day,

wrap it in a million songs~

and you have him.

His smouldering green eyes

and his fountain pen words

scratched on a parchment sheet

that string our hearts together.

Like fairy lights on a pier.

That,

and the love.

All that love.