the rim of her black glasses reflected a soft glow on my face
underneath hid a set of hazel-brown eyes, her gaze made me transfixed
they were like two drops of forest honey, the sweetest kind
a breeze rustled through her brilliantly black hair, moving them out of place
her gentle touch shifted the loose strands of hair aside
we looked at each other, under the glowing artist and his work of art
i could see her smile, it was beautiful
the world was ours,
two young kids, exploring a vast metropolis
the world was massive,
but it didn't matter to us, we were each other's world
always there for each other, no matter what was thrown at us
we sat by and watched the rich hues of orange, blended with purple and pink
engulfed by the blanket of night, covered with stars
a new day would come
our journey was not over.
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