Loving you is like a breath of fresh air

On an early spring morning.

Loving you is like a warm cup of coffee

On a cold winter day.

Loving you is the most important thing

I have ever done.

Each morning, I watch the crows caw

In the dreary landscape of the dead corn fields.

They peck at the ground in blind motion,

Like the way I used to walk through my life.

I would walk slowly down the path

Not minding its bends and beauty.

The world seemed to be riddled with agony

And colorblind to emotion.

But when you touched my hand,

That very first time

I could see the sparks fly

In vivid oranges and reds.

I was like I’d awoken from a dream I had watched

Over and over again with glossy eyes.

But looking at you,

I saw clearly.

Looking at you,

I breathed quickly.

Looking at you,

I felt alive.

The sweat on my palms

And the beating of my heart

Made way for emotions

I never knew existed.

You change my world my love.

Brought color to my eyes.

Maybe what was wrong,

Was that I was looking at girls instead of guys.