Christian

With the rise of the moon, your skin shines smoothly like porcelain.  
It smells like freshly made honey, whilst your hair emanates wine.  
The whispers to my soul just like the way you speak.  
Your feet are shaped with an arch drawn by brilliant lines.  
And your eyes are caramelized so sickly sweet.  
You're beautiful, modeled my clay, and breathed life by the word of God.  
Even though I have truly met you once I don't seem to know where to begin or where my love leads.  
Maybe it's the season of May; springing in a new infatuation; a facade  
Because I am able to describe everything about you except the emotion that I bleed.
Like the way, I feel over the rise of the moon, the taste of honey and caramel, and the smell of sandalwood abroad.
Although May is fleeting from the end of lovely spring to the dangerous heat of Summer that proceeds without heed.
Yet all my feelings must be true for you are without flaws-