Blessing of sight was mine from the beginning
Blurry, but corrected
Radiant colors flash their brights at me
Allowing me to distinguish this world
Your eyes scream different emotions
Gray, green and blue
Three colors made for you
These colors made for me
Orangish-yellow
May not have significance to you
But memories poor out of those street lights for her
Memories that delve so deep into her character, her heart
An attraction that should cost money to enter
Though she allows you to enter for free
Simple and complex it can be
Nothing is easily revealed
You must dig, search and find
Inside her beating heart
The key to this beautiful attraction
Was given to me
So fragile and weightless in my hands
A gift so unique and treasured
And I have lost the key before
And although she had to close down the attraction for a few days,
She found the key both times and returned it to me
I am not a child in her eyes
This amazing trust she has given me
It holds an aura of colors
That twist and mold and grow together
Like our love
I met her in the mountains of Montana
In the pinks, blues, reds that lit the sky
I met her in the laughs with Shane
In the joy and excitement, in the youth
I shared her picture with the wind and the air
So they could take her everywhere
I met her in the church
Where God gave me eyes to see
I met her in the lens of my camera
In the shadows, in the light
I met her in adventures
In the adrenaline and the fear
I met her while sitting on a fence
In the beauty and the silence
I met her through my cell phone
In my failures and my shame
I met her before I met her
Now she's my whites, greens, yellows, blues, reds, purples, oranges, blacks, tie-dyes, fireflies, stars, planets, and moons.
Now she's mine and I am hers.
We met before we met.
I hold the key to her attraction,
She holds the key to mine
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