She has soft and beautiful eyes
With the power to soften stone
I would know, she charmed my heart
And gave me a smile not just to hold, but to own
But the smile I wear
Withers when compared
Never have I laid eyes on a smile so sincere and precious
It’s as if God has left an angel among us
Now not only do her lips help paint her lovely portrait,
But the sounds that echo forth, and the words they create
Mold an image that is equal to if not greater than the one my eyes are privileged to behold
And if her speech is a tsunami, then open the floodgates
I want to swim in the rivers of her laughter
I want to drown in the seas of her embrace
She is beauty incarnate
Easy to love, impossible to hate
Her face was the canvas, God must have been the artist
Because her elegance could not be birthed from a fallen world like ours
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
She has soft and beautiful eyes
With the power to soften stone
I would know, she charmed my heart
And gave me a smile not just to hold, but to own
But the smile I wear
Withers when compared
Never have I laid eyes on a smile so sincere and precious
It’s as if God has left an angel among us
Now not only do her lips help paint her lovely portrait,
But the sounds that echo forth, and the words they create
Mold an image that is equal to if not greater than the one my eyes are privileged to behold
And if her speech is a tsunami, then open the floodgates
I want to swim in the rivers of her laughter
I want to drown in the seas of her embrace
She is beauty incarnate
Easy to love, impossible to hate
Her face was the canvas, God must have been the artist
Because her elegance could not be birthed from a fallen world like ours
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