But if you could see the blue
The warmth in his eyes
You could never make a straight judge
And for once, his face is the exaggeration
No one is perfect
And that always holds true
Yet the golden and the warmth
He radiates to my mending heart
Makes me wonder
What can’t I do?
Serious as love is
People take it and use the word with no heart.
When I’m sure of him
It will be a moment
Not to forget.