Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights.