Heavens Gift Poem by kristyann celello

what i hear in your eyes
is something i cant complain of
the eye that crys
that is from the heavens above
the sea green emeralds stare back at me
it feels like its meant to be
the fire like hair
is blowing everywhere
i extend my hand torward your skin
and i look up to see you grin
you rest your cheek against my hand
the heat of your skin is grand
my heartbeat beats louder against you
and forever youll be my boo