By Arcassin Burnham

I like the style in you,
In your yellow dress to impress,
The snow couldn't freeze your heart
In the dusk of the final hours it missed,
Reality hits you hard sometimes,
With a speckle of a near reaction,
Such a pretty mouth when we kiss,
We reach the stars in the daylight,
I want to make this special tonight,
Skipping stones by the lake with your yellow dress flowing,
Hearts so pure as this can not break,
Not even when it's snowing,
Lets go to our place and
Get away from
The human race,
Share similar shade,
Not on your case,
Love when you make that face,
That smile that grace in your walk,
The way you step , the way you dance,
Its incredible.