Perhaps i'm in love

He is whispers and soft humming,

he is sunny days outside

and cold days in bed.

He is genuine smiles and sincere eyes,

he is the iridescent oil spots on city streets,

he is unexpected side-effects.

His lips amaranth pink,

he is walking poetry,

not easily broken but still fragile as glass.

He is hot chocolate milk,

whipped cream,

lazy sundays,

cheery moods.

He doesn't know it but,

I am still in the honeymoon phase.