His hair is the color of the golden summer rays
And is soft as the ends of the long grasses blades.
His eyes- don't get me started on his eyes,
They're a green rainforest to get lost in -
Full of intellegence, adventure and suprise.
His skin is perfect - but then again not
Because when you look close, faint freckles he has a lot.
But they're speckled all over, not just on his face,
They live on his neck too, all over the place.
And his smile, so big having such appeal,
Yet so subtle and oh so real.
It only exists to be genuine and pure,
not as some trophy used as a lure.
And omg, his laugh.
The gods knees could go weak on its behalf.
For it's everything and nothing
High and low.
It's immposible to place, I'm sure that you know.
Then we come to his voice.
Kinda deep and so sweet
It makes me want to bottle every syllable he speaks.
But lastly, after his hair, eyes and skin
And after his laugh, smile and voice
Come his lips, which mine have touched by choice.
They're soft and serephic
They're all together teriffic.
And now that I have depicted
As words have permitted
The perfection of his looks
We can all agree he belongs in a song book.
Author Notes: Yup it happened. Somebody made the mistake of falling for me, and golly gosh gee wouldn't you know it I fell hard. So yea, the impossible has happened. I'M NOT SINGLE!!!