System of Infatuation

With eyes of metallic blue

He’s glazed with infatuation

In a world where you crush or get crushed

He sees the blue ribbon in her hair

As she stops to stare at a flower in mid bloom

So he makes his way across the sand

Her toes in the sand

Feeling the water’s blue

She felt her heart bloom

The beginning moments of infatuation

Rise as she notices his eyes under his hair

And now she’s crushed

Like the waves meet shores crushed

On the dark sand

Her ribbon tied to her hair

She takes it and sees its blue

He grabs the ribbon to tie infatuation

And plants it so it will bloom

As they watch it bloom

They are no longer crushed

Knowing their feelings, no more infatuation,

While they spread across the sand

Gazing at the clouds, into the blue

Sky as the wind moves through their hair

He absentmindedly shakes his hair

Unaware of the atmosphere in bloom

Seas turning a romantic blue

As they wash grain on land crushed

Creating the golden sand

Provided by Earth’s infatuation

With every infatuation

Through every strand of hair

For every grain of sand

And all the flowers that bloom

So the seeds are crushed

There is a true loving blue

Because where there is blue, there is sand

Where there are hopes crushed, there are dreams that bloom

And like every delicate hair on a body, there is the system of infatuation.