The Fire of My Heart

July 15, 2015

Chase the stars

catch them all

bottle them up

and shake.

watch them sparkle

just like your eyes

when passion

grips your face.

Sunshine means heaven,

your eyes when

motivation is present,

that’s the definition of immortality.

I don’t dream of white Christmases

or angels with white wings.

What I see when I’ dreaming

is that hazel-eyed beauty.

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