Galaxies are in his sparkling blue eyes that shine like stars,
And create constellations.
I adore his laughter,
And his dazzling smile that could make girls faint.
His words are like hot lava that erupts a warmness in me just like that blue hoodie he gave me that I hug every night.
He normally wears blue hoodies,
It is like he is a fallen angel; somehow born without wings,
His brown hair looks like melting chocolate,
His lips are as red and full as strawberries and I love the feel of them against my skin.
When his lips are touching mine me troubles disappear,
He is like a white rose without thorns,
Pure and innocent,
His touch is electrifying and soft at the same time,
His presence lights up a room like the stars light the night sky.
Like the planets feel a pull towards the sun,
I feel a pull towards him,
He is
my sun,
my moon,
my sky
