As that blue eyes blink,
Or even if just winks,
I was always mesmerized,
And never doubt to criticized.
As that shiny hair waves,
I was sent to my graves.
The way you flip it in,
For you I could make a sin.
As that red lips move,
It felt like I melt in a stove.
It gives me more desire,
To set that lips on fire.
Oh. To the one I grim,
I never found any synonym,
That would describe my love to the fullest hymn,
I had just wrote this for you
To find my pseudonym.
By: Satedrage_gunblade
