What's goin' on Gema? The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams.
