Dreams and Reality: a separation by a small line, then put together to make life’s grandest adventures.   All in all the poetry of love has been misplaced from the hearts of the land.  For the romantic apotheosis has put a burden on my soul to love.  To love the one meant for me.  My deepest affections towards mine truly, are for her looks and her personality.

Her Smile

The smile that overwhelms the room she graces.  One look would lead to countless dreams and fantasies.  Fantasies that will soon, haunt your desperation for the thought of something new.  She smiles, the ends of her lips spread cheek to cheek, giving off the gorgeous glow, a gift from God that leaves you blank and speechless.  She walks with the presence of the wind, her shoulder length brown hair flows elegantly, as standing along the sandy outer banks.  Her day to day attire goes flawless, matching as well as the moon and the stars.  She has the beauty and curves of the sun.  Her legs go forever giving off the tease and walk of a model.  Her posture resembles nothing less than an angel, an angel misplaced from heaven.

Her looks is only the beginning, the attraction of the eye leads you to find the celestial being held inside.  Her charm works in a way that’s indescribable.  The most annoying thing can soon be what you desire the most.  The way she slaps her knee when she laughs, and the angel bound way she tucks her hair behind her ear.  The greatest thing about her was for a moment of time I was all she had… she was all I had.  On my darkest hour she could make the sun rise, but with the drip of a single drop of rain could bring a storm of destruction.  Her verbal expressions, pleases the ear in benefits and pleasures.  Nothing in her mind goes unspoken giving the night unpredictable and arousing characteristics.

If this sad attempt to describe, what to me is the world was a painting, it wouldn’t appear to come close to revealing the beauty of the picture.  All in all one hearts made by convincing and one that’s convinced can’t simply spill his feelings but to shine, shine the smile of what’s within.  At the end of the day your dream becomes your thought in rest, the thought of your misplaced angel.