Amorist

A silly amorist I am hoping that you will see me, O how silly of me to expect redamency. The sun is glowing on your face, shining the windows of your soul, the beautiful color of your eyes suck me in like a black hole with no return. The strands of your hair on your forehead and the smile on your face, made me tranquil amidst the chaos around us. The veins on your dark arms remind me of the lightning in the night sky, the beauty that inundates me. I'm a quixotic lover; have mercy on me darling.