Your eyes are an electrifying lightning hue of starlit midnight waters.
I long to hold you as there is pain in the deepest part of your eyes that touch your heart.
Like a winter song in the Autumn breeze that caresses my soul in broad daylight.
Your silhouette of bodily shapes that are of an angel’s chiseled features with your blue eyes, subtle heart and strong jawline curved into your face.
You’re someone I could write poetry about and place you chiseled as a statue where the shadows hold you with your silhouette as you lie against but so very far away from the sun.
Your creamy skin and your lovely smile are beautiful to behold and your eyes the most crystal clear blues I could ever write about.
Your lips are the kissable type. I love how everything is about you although you’re very dangerous to be with and yet very dangerous to be without.
You love coffee and have a fallen angel’s wings.
I love the color of your hair.
I wanted to comfort you that day and o how these precious; most foolish things remind me of you.
You’re the type of person who I can actually have and hold a meaningful conversation with mostly about the deeper debates in philosophy and your mind is open like thee intelligence of one of the most wisest people I’ve ever read about.
But no, you are controversial to my looks and yet you still remind me of the day I met you with subtle Sunday mornings.
You’re beautiful and your eyes are like midnight skies.
And I only have eyes for you.
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