That golden gleam of the afternoon, as it radiates off from your skin and captures the layers which make you, you. I watch you with my eyes glistening, my arms crossed to make myself vulnerable. You love kittens and wolves both. What a paradox! Yet, the afternoon is culpably warm when it melts into you.
Your fiery eyes devour mine with precise intensity. it seems your soul is caught in a snowy mid-drift and is bleeding snowflakes. Even in the midst of utter madness, you radiate a warm kernel of peace and sanctity. Your eyes glisten and rave, you are a tiny bundle of awesomeness.
It seems your soul is tearing at the edges of a world which has condemned you to a icy, snowflake-bound space. You are constantly juxtaposed against the blurry facades which have snitched away your broken glory. yet, in the autumn sun, you are still radiant like a picture. you still smile, and your voice is a husky and warm invitation to get lost in eternal bliss.