If you asked me to steal every sunset and every sunrise out of the sky for you.

I'd do it.

If I stole each and every one, and it still wasn't enough I'd crack the atmosphere into pieces and gift them to you.

If I still didn't amount anything to your river-side eyes, I'd take the stars from the heavens and place them at your feet.

Maybe you still wouldn't understand.

And if you didn't, I'd grab the sun in my hands and put it at your doorstep, it would still never compromise your bright Amber and tree bark orbs.

I could do everything perfectly, and your eyes would still beat me down.

With a loving feeling, an emotion I've gotten high off of.

One I'd never felt before I met you.

I stand here lifeless, but then I think about you and your silvery voice and warm eyes of glass.

I know I'm able to last through this.

I thought about you this morning, I recognized my reaction.

My heart started and my eyes softened.

The feelings I have of admiration and empathy, love and anxiety.

I feel them whenever your name comes about.

Or I think of a time where I kissed you, and everything flys around in my head.

And suddenly all the words I've ever wanted to say come out.

I twist and turn in my bed with thoughts of your brown eyes.

But once I picture you beside me, everything seems right, and my dark grey eyes may shut, for then I know I'll be okay.

Once again, your cocoa colored eyes have saved me from the end.

Today you have rescued me from telling myself I have to go away.

                                    - Ariah Christman