The sun hits your face to make you shine so brightly, and your beauty is of a highly chiseled God. You have a big heart and I like the way your eyes are so open to the world and that your mind is more so ever likely a book I wanna read. I like how everything about you surrounded my soul like a light in your presence; guiding me and holding me throughout the night. I love how your name echoes through my heart, my head and my soul. I love writing you essays about yourself because you shine brighter than day itself and I never wanna stop looking at you and I love the fact that I am so proud by far of your accomplishments. You are my sunshine. You are my moon; and there is not a day that goes by that I don’t wish to be yours or to hold you to me, and that while you’re in my arms, you’re in my heart forever. How can anyone stand not to be in your sight. You are my favorite person at every moment of the day. But you come off as the most knowledgeable, most loving person in the world. You are a rock and you actually outshine the moon and the sun with your brilliant presence. How could you not be for them not to swear on even Jesus. By God I’d love you till all the poems were about you.
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