When things are too beautiful your jaw doesn't drop but the very fingertip of beauty scratches gently against your soul and leaves a dent big enough to remember not one night but over thirty.

I count you as one of those beautys,though I struggle beneath your sand filled gaze I am pinned by the realization I shall remember you.Not for one night but for thirty

And as morning arrives,the sun gently caressing your already profound beauty,my wobbly legs go askew as I take in the sight before me.
Stars would die if they touched you,not because you were a destructive minx,no because your power to change and influence would be so great they would radiate too brightly and burst

The moon would have to stray away from you for fear of suffering the same short lived existence,my dear I hope you now realise why you are alone,because people can not handle so much beauty in one fragile body that they need to push it away,push it away before it shows them all the corrupt blood threatening to stain their perfect canvas of deceit. But know my love to me I will never run for you are all that matters