It shakes me up.
   It tears me down.

It drowns me in the smell of rain and trees,
that drenches that beautiful sun-kissed skin of hers.

It keeps me up,
   It makes it difficult to sleep.
when I'd rather talk to her,
for one hour,
for eternity,
I'll take all I can get.

It's those eyes.
They sparkle like stars,
at 2 am
when the night sky is at its darkest,
and those stars shine brighter than anything else in the universe.

It's that smile.
so infectious,
I can't help but smile back.

Its the way she talks about leaving this town,
to move on to bigger and better things.

I believe her.
   she can do it.
      she will do it.

It's her.
She is sunshine wrapped in a thunderstorm.

A flower,
so pretty you want to pick it,
yet so poisonous,
you'll die trying.
  
She is deadly
    and she is beautiful.
And there is something about her, that reminds me of the sea.