Cold

I could wax poetic about how

His eyes are a warm shade of ice blue

I could dedicate an entire ode

To the stubble on his cheeks

I could write a symphony,

create a whole new melody

And never capture the sound

Of a single laugh.

If only the world had appetite

For the longing inside my heart

If only the world could view

His blue through my eyes

If only my poems and songs

Could be new to this world...

Only if the world could see

That my soul yearns to be with his

to save him from the cold

forever melt the icecaps that are his eyes...

Then, maybe,

love could be ours