Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm.
