i pick you.

with a one, two, three bat of my lashes,
covered in a thick coat of black shimmer my eyelashes say, "i pick you," (from all the other golden green eyes in the sky -- you are my constant.)
i put your laughter in my pocket,
and it sings a little ha ha ha to my heart, (and this is why i need you and your crescendos).
when the world is far too big and much too wide,
you hold me in your never-ending love arms
,and show me how to whisper into the wind,
while the constellations hang above us.