Awestruck By Pulchritude

Your soul I can see through your eyes. My soul purified and at peace when I stare into your eyes. I realize the pulchritude of your being. Fresh like green pastures. Your the lily in a valley where beauty is near. An open air where zest is near you are there. So well put together like a bouquet of lily white roses. So pure, so stunning you are. You seem to have fallen out of a cloud, Your presents is loud. Cloud departs when she walks into the room, as angels sweep up rose peddles behind her. Oh such a grace full walk she has, such a golden word she speaks, Oh what a virgin smile. Her heels click on every tile, as she seems to be walking down a glittered isle. Her stare keeps me afloat. When I that stare disconnects I become a sinking boat in a sea of infatuation. Thinking of the possible relations we can have, but for now ill just settle for appearance