I could write about them in a million ways if only there were enough words in my vocabulary. I could romanticize the two perfect pieces of you until everyone fell in love with them And of course, by then I'll be raging with the thought of losing you to everyone who fell in love with them. I've fantasized waking up in the morning and watching the sun rise from the pillow next to me Watching them turn to a hazy, groggy brown as they flutter open Watching them turn vibrant and light just after brunch Watching them turn warm and deep in the twilight Watching them turn electric and hazel as you start kissing me, while your hands race up my legs That are already clutched around your hips. Watching them turn hazy and groggy again as they slowly begin to close It is at this moment, that I know for sure. Once again, I wait for morning longing to see the sun rise as they flutter open and he smiles back at me.