The way I look at you is honeydew on glass
Filtering through the evening sun.
You are tulips first blooming
and my eyes can only barely capture its essence.
You are so beautiful that words cannot describe
And so breathtaking I choke on reason.
You are perfection in a simple sense
And ambition in a complicated one.
I crave not your touch but your mind
Your simplicity on the idea of life.
I can't help but wonder what you think of me
Someone that doesn't deserve to breathe in your presence
I wonder only
If you look at me the way shards of glass look at honeydew.
