He sings in a fire

He sings with a passion inside himself

I could stop, and gaze into his beautiful brown eyes for hours

When we talk centuries could pass as minutes

I drown in his passionate voice, as it invades my mind and body

Hiding from time, he remains an inmortal beauty

When he hits those just-right notes, I could honestly swear it's like a drug for my ears

His morals are signifigant

When he walks he leaves behind lingering elegance

When he sings there is SUCH a passion! SUCH a remarkable beauty that it strikes away any banality in which anyone would live

Butterflys take a residence in my stomach when we meet

Muscles perfectly sculpted, He has no vanity

I can't believe the world could be as so lucky to posess somthing as so beautiful as HIM.

by BrittanyLafoe
posted on 03/28/2008