have i told you about your smile?
your smile kills me,
i do not die physically,
but i die the death of a lover.
i die in love, in your hands and i say goodbye to the opposite,
and i pray not to rise again from this death of love.
the streets on your body are smooth,
i have traveled long distance there before, without any pothole,
the traffic created by the contours on your body is inexplicably,
my mind has ceased to fathom your perfection in perfection,
you are waved into comeliness and you give joy to my soul for you are a goddess!