When I see eyes of a bright blue hue,
Reflecting a precious soul in two spheres,
I cannot help but marvel at their beauty
And wonder at how they resemble the sea.
When I hear Debussy’s “Clair de Lune”
Played gracefully on the piano keys,
My mind schemes an extravagant escape—
And I dream of Edinburgh pavements in the rain.
When I taste the first sip of morning coffee,
Preparing me for the day’s uncharted meanderings,
My lips relish the warm feeling of bliss,
Kindred to the fairytale true love’s kiss.
When I remember these beautiful things—
Ocean-glass eyes, a romantic opus, my morning caffeine—
I realize I cannot resist the wonders You freely create,
So I cannot resist lifting upward to You praise upon praise.