The Break of Dawn

Maybe it's those eyes? That Tantalize the smallest tendrils in the back on my mind. Brainwaves emitting from the head of a bush whose beauty is displayed not only on the outside of the leaves but also in the deepest mean of your hidden fruits. Paralyzed by the curves of your lip, as the white crescents emerge into the shine of the brightest smile a man can see. Breaking the Dam of Emotion, causing the Sea level of Emotion to rise in the Deep Bowels of my Belly. Butterflies? How did this animal flutter into my stomach rumbling my body into a smile that shines right back to yours? It knocks my heart out the park like Sammie and shakes my soul like the dreads of Sosa. Maybe its the hair on your head? From Puffball, to Twisties and Dreads. Personifying your beauty by producing graceful eloquence and southern decadence in such a haste it makes my heart quake, in a Good way. Your Fire Personality is being Iced by Sheepish Eyes. Such a Beautiful contrast that seems like the epitome of perfection. From your goofy demeanor and reddish brown complexion. Your mind gives me an ********. I believe that your Presence is my favorite Present. What a calming essence. I will never leave your Presence. Even at the Break of Dawn.