You must have stolen some fireflies

To have such eyes,

full of light And life, and devoid of lies.

That hair you have, wavy and limitless,

and infinitely pure. As the sea's reflection

on my empty mind That may tame and cure.

Those dimples, and that jocund smile,

Make me sit down, and stare awhile.

Until the red, supreme feeling gets stronger.

And my mind gets tricked, but it's not a wile.

Your opulent voice which I rarely hear,

Make the sky get closer And my heart get nearer,

While that voice caresses my ear.

The cry of a cloud in the hot days of june

And the carelessness of a person that isn't meant

to live or die alone

, All these inconsistencies exist in you,

somehow, In the most wonderful way,

God created you.