I believe that Wild Beauty is harvested in our hearts. We blossom in the blink of an eye, we sprout when our fingers rush along skin, tracing the blue roots buried below the wrist. I believe blue eyes mean diving into the end of the world; green screams opportunity; brown eyes mean stability in a shaky promise. I believe your eyes are just the surprise I’ve been looking for. Curiosity is harboring in a new set of hands to hold. You’re growing, flourishing something fresh within me. All I need is sunlight.