Yellow Gaze
She glances up, I look away
As if I hadn’t been staring in awe.
The way she walks, like a movie.
The way she stands, like a painting.
I didn’t have a favorite color,
Until I saw her.
The golden haze of her hair
The flowers she carries.
The way everything around her
Seems to need to adapt
They are to choose:
Yellow or no color at all.
As if the world bends for her.
I would tie my heart and life
Just to love her.
If only I could meet her gaze.
The beauty of that person
For me, is her
The yellow so beautiful,
The view is hazy, yet so clear.
The yellow I used to see
Didn’t mean much to me
The hot sun and bees that sting.
The sourness of a lemon.
The yellow I see now,
I see like I see her: beautiful.
The the sun burning as bright as her
and the peace of bees as they buzz.
The sweetness of a lemon pastry.
She adds sugar to yellow
And value to life.
I hope to someday catch her
Yellow gaze.
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