“Him”

I fell in love not with the way your eyes see me,
but with the way they see the world.
In all the black and gray,
you are technicolor.

Underwater,
you are the air that I breathe.
You are the fresh scent 
of tulip dressed meadows.

I’ll cling to you
like the sun afraid to set…
like the stars afraid to dim…
And I will kiss you
like the tide kisses the shore.