This post is in response to Sadje’s What do you see #45.
Up, up and high,
Those moments were worth a sigh.
He painted her grey soul,
with polychromatic blues.
She relished the open air
as he caressed her hair.
He saw her eyes speak
and grew emotionally weak.
She, being startled by the sight,
was ready to fight,
against anything that ceases their Love,
but wondered how!?
Thank you so much for reading!🙂