MY HEART MELTING in your soothing baby blue eyes as they hum their harmonious melodies of its golden warmth and life of the sun-kissed surfaces. Baby blue eyes with the endless hues of the flames igniting under my dark, pale, star dusted skin by the newborn light. Baby blue eyes like the carefree, drunken waves of the crystalline ocean, bathing me with the flickers of its burning, tantalizing ambitions. The smears of twisted magnolia branches varnishes with the french holly scars slathers your freckled face. The cascades of the blushing golden-hued crimson flames cocoon my heart in its illuminate warmth of gold, embellishing the blanked, expressionless canvas of the sky. Sweet aureate, honey droplets from the snug, luminous sun kissing our pastel star dusted freckles scattering across our faces.

Baby blue eyes with the interlaced, gnarled hands of us, like the twisted olive, brittle vines. The pale, silver horned moon cries with its silver, lustrous tears as the young, reckless stars boil with jealously creeping under its flecked, burnished skin cloaking the blushing lilies under its lavender incandescence. Baby blue eyes that carries the same innocence and recklessness just how I saw them all those years ago. The way he tugs at my heartstrings under the burnished, amber painted sky, the garnished sky with the radiance of the burning fireplace.

Baby blue eyes encountered my sweet chocolate brown eyes on November 17, 1985.

Something about those baby blue eyes woven up at the seams, with its soft, blue periwinkle embers ceased over the creased wings of silver. Hell's golden hues of flames fade, ticking me under its silk amber crinkles of our clockwork dance. He's a shattered tragedy, crumpling at the hems, with the sweet, tangy whispers of periwinkle angels, spewing their secrets into the ink-spilled sky. The moonlight magic never seems to shut its eyes when we're together, darling. Drinking deeply of the golden sun's greeting warmth, laying in the field of blushing lilies. When he takes me in his arms, the labyrinth of the universe seems to make sense again, with the whisperings of the roars of one thousand promises tucked in the mantle of silver hearts. A gasping periwinkle candle terminates with the epitome of our sprouting love, softly engraved in the earth by two seeds. Baby blue eyes that howl with the pale moon. Baby blue eyes that sing with the heavenly bodies. Baby blue eyes that crash a rhythm again my heart like crashing waves.

Sweet baby blue eyes.

"Lora, darling, open your eyes. You aren't dreaming."

( AUTHOR'S NOTE )

Hello beautiful people !! Sorry for the short chapter, but I promise the next chapter is going to be a little longer !!We also hit 1K reads !! Thank you guys so much for the endless support I've received on this book so far !!

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PUBLISHED : 2/9/20