Those beautiful eyes, circled and oval;
cyan-coloured pearl-like- they're bright.
I wouldn't compare them to anything-
there are not anything that can be compared.

And your three-quartered jeans;
dark blue with the damp-
smiling with your smile being so conspicuous
even the birds chirp to your laughter.

Smiling, smirking, snickering-
those beautiful, powerful features.
The things that you do are
described beyond beautiful.

But as beautiful as this being seem;
I can never keep... this perfected angel.