The outline of your face is easily seen through the crowd
because such beauty is only found ever so often.
I ponder if it would be a sin to even describe such perfection.
Your smile; that's seen even in the dark
Your essence; that's all I need to smell
Your tears; that gently pours down my heart
oh, banish me to a deserted island
but bestow upon me one last gift
it's something that I would sacrifice my eyes
so I'm blind to your smile
it's something that I would sacrifice my nose
so I'm immune to your essence
it's something that I would sacrifice my heart
so I'm empty to share with you your tears