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

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