There's something about you that tells me:
"You're a Trip."

It's completely astounding how the image of your smile makes me slip.
It's completely baffling how easily it makes me trip
Over the stretched out line of hopelessness to hopeful.

All those little pixels,
Smaller than the amount of memory left on my iPhone
Yet Simultaneously large enough for me
To see you from thousands of miles away,
Doesn't do your aesthetic appeal enough justice,
But every image is still more and more illustrious than
All of the other portraits around.

I Love You

Something tells me you're a first class flight

You hover above it all
Riding smoothly as you reshape the clouds
To create your own silver lining.
All the while you realize
Your altitude only diminishes if you let it.
You allow yourself to fall just for
The sole purpose of giving me the
Sheer pleasure of catchingyou.

I will never let you go...
I Love You

Something really tells me:
"You're an Island getaway."

A lifetime of sun
Fueled by your gorgeous smiles
That slowly burn away each
Grain of sand spread on
Our beach of time to
Help savor every moment.
I will always
Religiously relish every breeze that knocks at
The temple of your body
Invitingit in to praise you with
Promises of Self-security

I Love your lovely imperfections

There's something about you that tells me:
"You're a Trip."

All I do now is wait for you
To Look back at me and say:
"Let's take one."