Young Typhoons
When I see her face I see the female equivalent of Azariel
She has two typhoons for eyes
Fierce as lightening
Radient as sunshine
Her skin reminds me of the sand of a deserted beach
Graceful and Angelic
Her hair is indescribably alluring
Her aura, so intoxicating Jack Daniels would have trouble getting her down
She is just...
Well Beautiful
There is no denying it
And I think I Love Her
This poem is about:
Me