Ode to HY
Sunshine dappled hazel eyes,
Crinkling with her smiles,
And locks like a candle flame flickering.
Hozier shirts and long, flowing skirts,
Gold jewelry and rings on her fingers,
Masterpieces painted over her nails.
She’s sunflowers and pine trees,
Fingers plucking guitar strings,
The cusp of winter and spring.
She’s curiosity and intelligence,
Whimsy personified,
Folk songs and poetry.
I wonder if she knows that
I wish I could see the world through her eyes,
Understand the world through her mind.
I wonder if she knows that
I wish she could see herself through my eyes,
Understand herself through my mind.
Copyright © Gabby True | Year Posted 2024
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