Your smile is too bright
Your eyes too pure
You are the light
I am the disease to your cure
Your perfection is stunning
Your curves assault my eyes
My heart is running
The shadow of pride in me dies
Every accomplishment shrivels
Before your naked glory
My crooked heart bristles
Knowing you stand before me
Your gaze is rapture
Your touch is bliss
My soul encaptured
In her sweet kiss
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Your smile is too bright
Your eyes too pure
You are the light
I am the disease to your cure
Your perfection is stunning
Your curves assault my eyes
My heart is running
The shadow of pride in me dies
Every accomplishment shrivels
Before your naked glory
My crooked heart bristles
Knowing you stand before me
Your gaze is rapture
Your touch is bliss
My soul encaptured
In her sweet kiss
