Over the exploding starry display of your smile,
Which mirrors diamonds placed in its “brilliance setting”,
I hover but lightly in my epiphany like this,
Praying my worded arrow does not your heart miss,

For as I stand firm and frozen in times great abyss,
dazed by the nebula of your lickerish scented lips,
gazing at all that bounty that there lies,
behind the luminosity of your Onyx puppy eyes,

I scarce but barely recant my ambushed surprise,
Yet only to retreat to my own reticent silence,
With the memory of your mastered image my only sustinence,
Your beauty decimates, defying sentience and sentence.