Emerald

She seared herself to the backs of his eyelids.

He was destined to forever be chasing

every particle of matter that made her up,

couldn't help but reach out,

practically bled for her.

If love was a being

it would look like her

(at least in his eyes).

She's the beach

facing the ominous sea,

he belongs in the sand

but his feet remain submerged.

If love was a thing

she'd be the lighthouse

eternally guiding him home

promising solace.