Head-to-toe beautiful, with a smile warmer than the sun, and brown eyes that could make even the most beautiful stars dance. Hands that Picasso would die to own and a laugh that makes the angels weep and I
...I never want that to end.
A face full of life, and a life full of love. Full of love, and I love you.
More than anyone or anything in this or in any universe I love you like a flower loves the sun. With this you are special, Agave Americana, blooming once in a lifetime. Unique.
Like the blue moon, you are rare. Like all of this you are real.
Eyes full of heat, and colored with passion, and a heart full of love, pumping with the blood that keeps you going.
You are so full of hope, lit with determination digging deep into your soul. This is true and I love you.
Your head-to-toe beauty and every little inch of perfection that makes you. All of this building together to create a fire seemingly impossible because all you ever owned was a pack of wet matches and an empty bottle of gasoline.
