Her name is Jazmin, though I favor calling her Sky
Through a screen she's bright and brilliant, in reality she's contrasting and shy.
She has a knack for dying her hair and a fascination to transfigure bony thin.
One thing I'm gifted at is making Sky grin.
I'm obsessed with her eyes
I love them more than all the stars in the sky.
She can't help being the epitome of adorable
The thought of losing contact with her is horrible.
I have a constant hunger to find her before me
only then, will these butterflies will be set free.
Almost everything I tell her is cheesy and not so smart
But more than anything it's honest and derives from the heart.
Trying to explain why I love her or how is like trying to explain how water taste
Sky is unreal, dreamlike.
It's apparent by now that I love Sky
And no matter what occurs, that feeling might decrease but it'll evanesce until the day I die.
