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Miranda Simmons Poem
I watched the days pass uniformly,
Nothing special or exciting.
The monotone bleakness expresses
A lack of things enticing.
While some people caused dull interest
None were especially noted, no,
Like you were when you smiled
And my color spectrum exploded.
The rosy pink and emerald green
That colored your lips and eyes
Were as striking as the beauty created
By every bright sunrise,
Which could only be compared
To the brilliantly-spun gold
That is your hair
Each and every time the sun grows old.
The feeling that filled me
As I memorized your colors
Could never have prepared me
For being memorized by others.
This bright sensation overwhelms me,
As my cheeks turn glowing red,
When you tell me that you love me
And rest your chin upon my head.
I lean against you, shining yellow,
And I understand how it feels
To have felt each emotion
On the color wheel.
Copyright © Miranda Simmons | Year Posted 2016
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