chris frank

In Love

Eyes a perfect blue, filled with a thousand dreams 

Lips as soft as snow, warm like melted chocolate 

A piece of toast, a dark brown coffee 

A kiss, eyes closed, a dream awaking 



Salad days, walking through dappled sunshine 

Laughing, falling, lying together without a care 

Shopping, choosing the clothes that sparkle

A perfect future held in careful hands 



It’s just a day since she left this life together 

Now all these things seem on distant shores

Their love won’t die quietly, yet only she can save it’s future 

A blue ring she wears means hope remains 



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