Pardon me O angelic being of female specimen but white feathers like cities of gold
seem to cover your arms of intricate starry mold,
Your scarlet lips,
were they by any chance stolen from the roses of the gardens of Heaven?
& adorned with the blush of cheek of the goddess Venus;
'Cause daughter of Eve, thou art a lush reincarnation of the Gospel of Jesus.

See this young lady I speak of, she represents something larger than life,
I mean, lions run through her hair
& rainbows borrow her complexion,
The civilizations beneath her skin
light their street lamps when those of this world have grown dim;
thus her diamond soul wears a glow shy of a firefly,
It's no wonder that diamond soul sounds like an ocean of fire,
A fire like the song of a thousand golden crowns.
& the way light obeys her curves,
Gravity pays respect, stone statues hold their breath,
like voices in the snow, they remain mute
For they fear they may utter a truth that she already knows.. but here I go.

You are beautiful.
In the very sense of the word,
see how your essence robs sense of these verbs!
Who'd imagine I'd find such exhilaration
just from uttering the 3 syllables of your first name;
from writing the six letters of your second,
No, don't start counting..
Let's just..
get lost in the moment.
& maybe hope to find ourselves
somewhere in the kaleidoscopical symmetry
of an angel's wings unfolding,
Refined by the sunset sketched fires
of our passions, keeping in mind,
that our each & every action
has an impact on a chosen fraction of the Universe;
Like how your butterfly kisses displace galaxies.

But then you put a finger to my lips & tell me to just hush..& get lost in the moment.