How Are You? 'Fine'

Perfect Love

This one isn't as much as a poem btw
She smiles, she laughs, she has sparkling eyes.
Her smile, so white it reflects the sun.
Her laugh, so calm it makes me want to repeat it over and over.
Her eyes, they glisten like a river at sunset.
Now she talks to me, I see her up close.
She talks, she walks, she embraces her style.
Her voice, it sounds like an angels lullaby.
Her walk, the gracefulness and agility makes me smile.
Her style, anything she wears is embraced by her sense of loving who she is.
She proves to society that she's perfect in her own way.
Her awareness of what she is doing is not like the others, yet she keeps doing it because she's perfect, beautiful, and glorious in her own adorable way.
Nothing keeps her from doing what is comfortable to herself.
~Boy

He smiles, he laughs, he looks.
He smiles at me as if I were the only person there, with that gorgeous smile, I melt.
He laughs at how I don't care what I just did, it makes me smile.
He looks at me with adoration, I see the golden flecks in his eyes, they shine.
He walks up to me and talks.
He walks, he talks, he enjoys his style.
He walks with little clumsiness and grace put in one.
He talks to me as if I was meant to hear his angelic tone.
He wears what's comfortable, like me.
He shows me how perfect we are in our own ways.
He looks into my eyes, and I look into his.
He takes my hands and kisses me, holding me as if I was his world.
He treats me like I am his life source, what can I say other than-
I know he's mine....
~Girl