Smiles

Your smile has a brighter shine than the most perfect moonshine....your style is flawless yet only outclassed by your lawless design....when I think of you my heart skips, like jump ropes in an intense game of scotch....when I see that smile, the one that out shines a perfect moonshine, my mind is blinded with giddy thoughts of happiness and beauty....although your not physically here I've burned a mental image of you into my cornia so I can see you when I blink, sleep or just plain close my eyes....seeing your smile is a good omen on a bad day and the greatest finish to the most perfect of nights....thinking of words to describe how you make me think is inexplicable, though joyous the fete of thinking of you my mind is shot as you smile at me in that seductively flawless smile that out shines the most perfect moonshine that's only outclassed by that lawless design....That's undermind by that impervious style, only incased in the most beautiful of childs....