Blue is the color the sadness is usually portrayed as, but in your deep blue almond shaped eyes I find solitude. I could get lost in the ice blue circles that are your iris'. Yet, I choose to fall victim to your tender heart and compassionate glances. Oh, but look at your eyes. They are the color of the dim grey sky just before the rain comes. To me, understanding my story is only part of the work you have to put in. Stolen kisses, sappy songs, cheesy quotes, and bad puns won my heart over instantly. Then I look up, and just for a moment, I see your eyes. I am entranced by the way your soft blue eyes provide such great company to your waiting lips. I again fall victim, but this time to your touch. Your eyes are now closed. I find myself staring at your mouth, slightly agape. I imagine how they feel and just as I begin to think about them, I feel them. The pastel pink skin connects with mine, I feel a spark. I gasp and try to regain my breath. I now remember my eyes are still open, you now knew because yours were too. I close them and fully engage into the moment. I feel your palm caress my cheek, my hand moves towards yours, we intertwine our fingers and deepen the kiss. At this time we were having a battle between love and lust. We just haven't decided which one we fight for.