Infatuation

Tue, 10/29/2013 - 12:24 -- Brad

She is something ravishing; 

She is the summer breeze against my skin.

An enchanting woman with whom I could spend the rest of my days.

 

Her affection towards me is the felicity of life itself; 

I am convinced she makes the world go round.

A smile from her is an indefatigable sight to see.

 

In speech, she is captivating;

She orchestrates words with a heavenly touch.

She does to words what Mozart did to music.

 

She has meteors engulfed in flames for eyes that entice with confidence;

She possesses grace that is quintessential.  

I  know her to an extent that is skin deep; I love her with a love that is specious.

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