He is beautiful
like a sunset
like a painting that belongs in an art museum
like a butterfly
His eyes are like gemstones.
I could stare into these eyes forever
stare at those sparkles trapped in his eyes like butterflies in a jar.
His lips...
look soft like pillows
the touch of his lips on my face would make my heart flutter like butterfly wings
but he would never kiss someone like me...
Well... I admit that I was thinking about someone, while writing this poem.
