Skip the sunset, skip the sea,
there is nothing more romantic than you for me.
You outshine the sun, you outsparkle the ocean, you heal my wounds with words like potion.

This sun drips its light down onto you, you fill it completely of soundly picture; the everlasting fixture. And when the moon hangs high in the sky and brightens all that is around, and when the stars arrive with all its pride, remember that you outmatch those sparkling stars and you cripple the moon that it is quick to envy those blinding emotions you express.

A rose may be red, and a violet blue, but that passion combined does not match the feelings I have for you.
It is indescribable, of what is uncontainable, you are irresistable to love. I am in desire to love truly just you and God above.

I have seen you, and you with the purple flower softly bedding in your hair. That divine power. Richness of peace and richness of truth. And you are the proof.
It seems like a long shot from God’s decision, but you in every sense and vision are flawless in my eyes.

The sunrise to sun-down, the look of crispy golden brown. I picture you resting and relaxing on the grass, there, sitting and staring onwards, that sunlight casting only your outline and shadow,
countdown of the sun’s appearance or dissapearance,
there, the purple flower lays beside on your left side flock of hair, as the bright light from the sun shapes around your silhouette.
The sight of a dream. The sight that is mythic. The sight that is, only romantic. And the music flows my mind, the hearing of the ‘Circle of Life’.

Pure pride prowls and strides within me, with just the thought of you jumps my heart missing the beats – You mean more than the world itself to me.
A ticking timer we are, for death will seek, but I make pray for promise from God, we meet.

Even the seven wonders cannot compare, they will not dare and do not bare at the sight of someone so blinding it shames their beauty by poor standards, and the mystery, just ignored – at this they fear you.

Flammable desires so bold and true,
deeply expresses these feelings for you.
Your eyes glisten as bright and as numerous as the snow which is pressed by the rays of the sun, all day, every day.
Your attributes expose you clearly in large crowds, the uniqueness you possess explodes a burst of flames of inspiration.
Whispers of your name will even win my attention at heart.

You have that calmful nature like the gentliest butterfly fluttering past so peacefully, so gracefully. There is never a fault I see in you. More of an understandable way of learning what see us fit.

And to see you as you would see a born-again Christian, makes me heart-felt of God’s plan that maybe we are to be. A glowing sensation that makes me melt.

This poem was written/submitted by Leon Mcnair.