Baby Blues.

Those undulating waves of baby blues,
soaking my heart in unpredictable riptides,
plunging into the unrelenting ocean,
into a splash of serendipity.

Delicate hands clasp around mine,
gently squeezing for reassurance,
palms radiating off fervent sparks,
fingers entwined in perfect harmony.

Spurts of frivolous laughter,
escape into round about fits of giggles,
chiming dexterously into the atmosphere,
swinging her around for pretending to fly.

Sandy-beach blonde-spiked,
tendrils of fluffy bangs...
covering mystery eyes,
running fingers over his scalp:
the touch of soft skin.

Steady hearts beating in sync,
two fragile hearts of pure glass,
sticking tentatively together like glue,
each other's half handled with care.

Tick-tock, tick-tock chimes the clock,
counting down the moments worth sharing,
leaving plenty more for cherishing wholeheartedly,
always edifying my spirits and making me feel alive.

Stealing a few precious sentimental kisses,
those captivating baby blues saturating the air,
with ferocious thunderstorms pelting down raindrops,
replenishing my soul with tears of untainted love.