#WritcoPoemPrompt99
And your laugh is as bright as the sun...
In rhyme, whispering, breezing... warms my heart,
Your blue oceanic eyes, made of hurricanes with a touch of star dust speak their own vocabulary,
and I see a storm in them everytime you stare at me,
you know the storm you chase not run from.
When you smile even your eyes smile, I know you love the moon and the stars,
but I think even the moon and the stars are jealous of your smile.
You know I...