A smile illuminates on his already glowing face,

The sun shining behind him, making him

stand out above the spring grove grass over

the rolling hills below us.

And his eyes. His eyes, an enchanting

seawashed glass green. They make this

moment even more memorable. As I stand by

his side, my vanillin hand brushing over

the warm energy humming in his hands.

The sun is slowly rising over the horizon,

blending many colors into a mandarin mist.

Soft lime white wispy clouds are scattered

among the swirls of color slowly taking over

the sleepy sky. Yet, I can’t stop staring

at him.