Beautiful Eyes
Vernon knew it was just a dream, but he relished the wholeness he felt from his charming surroundings of a youthful midsummer. His fond memories had skewed the reality of the situation, the sun's embrace felt warmer than it really was, the softness of the grass was exaggerated to the extent of making feather down seem harsh. The idealistic silence that lulled nature's sense was broken only by Vernon's own voice,
"Everything you said to me?" The softness in his voice even surprised Vernon; he himself had grown accustomed to his usual gruff boom of later dates.
"Everything, Vernon- I find myself wishing my daily news would just update on you." The sincerity in her voice reflected beauty, disallowing any notion of corniness or cliché to become apparent as she continued, "Sing me asleep, sing me awake, just sing us away from here."
Vernon gazed lovingly into her bright meditative eyes, which appeared so much as jewels set into a porcelain surface. The sparkle of love shone through the emerald exterior and touched Vernon in such away that he could never imagine feeling so much emotion ever again.
"It's forever isn't it?" He whispered into her locks of flowing amber.
"Forever and ever Vernon, till death do us part." How Vernon wished he could relish these words as he once did. But foreboding knowledge turned his summer into a bitter winter of abandonment as her eyes, which once emitted so much love, grew hard and cold.
The scenery faded, her emotional embrace left him and so did his heart,
"Till death does us part- but you faded like the sunlight. Everything you said to me, I was just a dreamer thinking you belonged to me. Nothing's good now you're gone my love, I need your beautiful eyes."
Vernon felt someone clutch his shoulder, offering security, "It was just a dream, Vernon." His eyes flickered open expecting, nay hoping to gaze into emerald eyes of adoration but was instead greeted by distance eyes of grey.
"Petunia?" He forced a tight smile of despair. She beamed at him,
"You'll never lose my beautiful eyes, dear." Vernon heaved a sigh burdened with guilt as he thought to himself, 'Just take me back to a time when a kiss was a kiss and a sigh was a sigh, and where love was meant to last forever.'
Vernon knew it was just a dream, but he relished the wholeness he felt from his charming surroundings of a youthful midsummer. His fond memories had skewed the reality of the situation, the sun's embrace felt warmer than it really was, the softness of the grass was exaggerated to the extent of making feather down seem harsh. The idealistic silence that lulled nature's sense was broken only by Vernon's own voice,
"Everything you said to me?" The softness in his voice even surprised Vernon; he himself had grown accustomed to his usual gruff boom of later dates.
"Everything, Vernon- I find myself wishing my daily news would just update on you." The sincerity in her voice reflected beauty, disallowing any notion of corniness or cliché to become apparent as she continued, "Sing me asleep, sing me awake, just sing us away from here."
Vernon gazed lovingly into her bright meditative eyes, which appeared so much as jewels set into a porcelain surface. The sparkle of love shone through the emerald exterior and touched Vernon in such away that he could never imagine feeling so much emotion ever again.
"It's forever isn't it?" He whispered into her locks of flowing amber.
"Forever and ever Vernon, till death do us part." How Vernon wished he could relish these words as he once did. But foreboding knowledge turned his summer into a bitter winter of abandonment as her eyes, which once emitted so much love, grew hard and cold.
The scenery faded, her emotional embrace left him and so did his heart,
"Till death does us part- but you faded like the sunlight. Everything you said to me, I was just a dreamer thinking you belonged to me. Nothing's good now you're gone my love, I need your beautiful eyes."
Vernon felt someone clutch his shoulder, offering security, "It was just a dream, Vernon." His eyes flickered open expecting, nay hoping to gaze into emerald eyes of adoration but was instead greeted by distance eyes of grey.
"Petunia?" He forced a tight smile of despair. She beamed at him,
"You'll never lose my beautiful eyes, dear." Vernon heaved a sigh burdened with guilt as he thought to himself, 'Just take me back to a time when a kiss was a kiss and a sigh was a sigh, and where love was meant to last forever.'