Because I Love Him

A poem about a crush.

His eyes, blue as ice
and his hair, long and black as the night sky.
I can't look away,
I see him every day.
I start daydreaming about him,
because I love him.

I imagine us holding hands,
and I kiss him
with my red as wine lips.
Every time I think about him
my cheeks turn red as a rose,
because I love him.

When I daydream about him,
I see us walking along the beach
while the moon is up
casting its pale glow on him.
He is beautiful to me,
because I love him.

I wish I could see his smile once again,
but I can't now that he's gone.
His smile always lit up his face,
as if the sun shined its light on him.
If I could see him once more I would tell him this
because I love him.