Your eyes are the most beautiful thing of my day.
That light brown eyes that lit whenever you see me,
I don't mind gazing through your shining stares the whole day.

Your skin looks so pale.
It looks very cold.
As cold as January,
I would love to warm you up as if I'm a Christmas sweater.

Your lips looks so delicious.
God, your lips looks so delicious,
I really want to have it for my dessert.

Your hair is as crazy as what I feel about you.
That dark brown hair, highlighted with tinted sunlight,
I want to stroke your hair every single of your sleepless nights until you fall asleep.

Baby, too bad. You live in my computer screen.

And I only exist in yours.