I see everything absolutely breathtaking.

How can you not think your gorgeous yet,
Sparkling hazel nut colored eyes,
Aren't the most intriguing possessions?
They are breath taking and powerful,
Enough to give me nervous butterflies.

Do you see the way the clouds capture the aubade,
Making if only for a second,
The perfect luscious scene.
The aubades final adieu,
Makes a masterpiece that is,
Unimaginable to create.

Exposed to fluorescent damp smell of the rainy Earth,
Or the enchanting pin perforation of snowflakes,
Laying,
Reposing,
Relaxed,
On your fare skin.

Your time,
Seized,
To get close as you can to the galaxies,
That construct the roof above you to explore.
They are ludicrous at midnight,
When each aubade becomes,
Luminous against the obsidian of vigorousness.