Absolutely no hostility,
Perceived when she speaks,
Lovely letters spill down,
Into little sentence creeks,
The arch in her gaping smile,
Produces dimples in her cheeks,
Whenever anguish arrives,
Her elation is what I seek,
Her brightly glowing soul,
Reflects the shining sky,
Leaving depression tears,
Destroyed and vaporized,
So whenever I appear sad,
Know I'm just a guy,
That is crying ecstasy...
The result of her soft eyes.