his eyes might be blue,
and his hair might be blonde,
but i don’t see that when I look at him.
i see oranges.
i see the prettiest sunset of my life.
with all the colors finding each other,
like our hands always do.
i see purples and reds
exploding around him
in a firework aura,
like they did that one labor day weekend.
the colors surrounding him
depict the way my heart beats
when his eyes meet mine.
they might both be blue
but our yellows are each other.
the sun in our sky,
and the flowers in our field.