Your bone structure is architecturally statued in museums of perfection and I can only hope I don't crack you
The butterflies use your body as a perch and I stay after hours trying to read how the street lamps affected the glow on your face
You captivate me, trying to photographically memorize every ******* inch of cartilage that lies between your fingernails and mine
I've never admired a piece of modern art the way I've scrutinized every detail of heavens work and they say you can't put a price on love
At least fire and lightening can't crumble the walls surrounding our palace of forsaken fortitude and everlasting sanity
But honey I'd give up every breathe of my soul to be molded into your arms to stay forever captivated in the moment of stone enditement