Our love was fresh and new. Like nothing before. You were mine and I was yours. You were the air in my lungs. Yet you were the oil and was the water. We did not mix yet stayed to separates. You said y...

Blue the color of when we first met nervous and fearful of what our future might hold. Blue the color of the coldness as the waves wash over our feet. Blue the shyness of not knowing what to talk abou...