To Whom It May Concern
The colors of your eyes are beyond beauty
Perfect circles of intellect and ignorance.
I want to digest all of your words and phrases
One syllable at a time to gain reassurance.
My flawless princess with hair soft as world peace
Long and flowing like a river of melted gold.
Your neck begs for my lips like a hungry puppy
And you are the greatest story ever told.
The mouth of your smile suggests a spontaneity
To spill over into my shallow and cautious pool.
A balancing act on the peronsality scale
Trading places as the wise one and the fool.
A pretty angel with a mind as open as 7-11
But with the conviction of an international terrorist.
Should I give up my search and retire alone?
You’re either hiding from me our you don’t exist.