My dearest C,

 

It is no secret that I adore girls.

 

Soft girls, with dazzling smiles and warm hands,

That radiate sunshine just like the dawn.

Who speak wih sugared lips and gentle words,

Whose very being is like spring itself.

They are pink, perfect, and everything sweet.

They are the sun, golden and alluring.

 

Sharp girls, who smell of lightning and thick smoke.

The ones who wear dark lipstick so damn well,

Their dazzling smiles rare, but so worth it. 

They taste of heavy secrets and moonlight,

The girls whose auras speak dark mysteries

And adventure, always a kind surprise.

 

Glowing girls, with warm starlight in their veins.

A flower, ever growing strong and bright.

Whose lips are dusted in glitter and love,

With sweet ambitions and kindness to spare.

They speak of the future with shining eyes,

Every inch of them ethereal.

 

The best kind of girl, the type I love most,

Is the kind of girl you are, my dear C.

If the other three are sun, moon, and stars,

then, my dear, you must be the world itself.

And what is it, you ask, that makes the world

So special? Well, come close, I will tell you.

 

The world is kind, and full of hopes and dreams.

You are warm, with soft lips and shining eyes.

You're a mix of all three, a lovely mix. 

You're everything good put together,

Your lips speak magic, and kiss just the same.

You are a masterpiece, I adore you.

 

- L