Beautiful Heart
In the quiet hum of days turned gray,
A spark ignited, brightened the way.
You entered, fresh as morning dew,
A palette of colors in every word you drew.
At first, the silence held its sway,
Then words began to gently play.
Each syllable, a brushstroke fine,
Painting landscapes where light does shine.
With every laugh, a hue was born,
In shades of gold and fields of corn.
Your stories wove a vibrant thread,
From quiet moments to dreams unsaid.
Eyes that twinkle with the dawn,
Creating worlds where hope is drawn.
Our conversations, sweet and rare,
Turned the mundane into something rare.
Your voice, a melody so true,
Spun colors from the darkest blue.
In every tale and every line,
You made the everyday divine.
The simple things became profound,
With you, my feet are off the ground.
And as we talk, the colors blend,
Painting futures where we transcend.
What if these hues, so bright, so new,
Could turn into something more, too?
What if the colors that we share,
Could deepen into something rare?
A whisper of a dream may start,
To turn this friendship into art.
For in this canvas, I can see,
A picture where it's you and me.
So let us weave this tale anew,
With every shade of me and you.
And though it’s just begun to grow,
The colors promise more to show.
For in your words, a world appears,
And in your presence, time disappears.
So here’s to the hues we’ve yet to find,
In this beautiful heart entwined.
Copyright © Lauryn Luther | Year Posted 2024
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