The Most Beautiful Things

Her smile is like the Florida sun, bright an good for my skin. She's so warm, beautiful, and setting when the cool night comes. I stood frozen just watchin her become the cool grass that tickles my feet, crunches beneath my toes, an the feeling is familiar. Picking purple flowers, gently falling in love. Drowning in her love like the sea. Allowing the waves to swallow me whole, an as I look up, I watch my heart take shapes as it dies. Her laugh is like dancing to "Walk The Line". Soft, gentle, and smooth. Johnny's guitar taking over every inch of my heart. Strumming me gently the way he fell for June and that "Ring of Fire" continues to burn. The wooden floor catching our groove. She plays my keys in a Beethoven way, that I can't help, but fall too my knees. I can feel it in my veins, tingling sensation takin' me to another "5th Symphony" carrying me deep like a cello. She's always catching me when I slip. Her eyes are mesmerizing. Strong, beautiful, an have this control over my body and whispers so sweetly, she's self contained in someway. Never shy, but her eyes say, she's strong as a forest fire in the heat, broken as shattered glass, but soon she'll engulf me. She took hundred pieces of me with her. We'll never go down without a fight, but we've learned. Someday, people will learn they won't ever control where we choose to go. They must wait because, the damage we're about to cause is bout to get worse. We're the casualties they doubt and we'll burn their hearts to ashes. Her eyes tell a story her body wont ever tell no matter how hard it tries.