Whenever you come around, my heart pounds as I hear the sound of a thousand angel's wings as they quietly ascend on high. And then I hear a sigh . . . which is mine, as I'm overcome by the utter and complete beauty of one so fine; while on your lovely face my eyes dine.
Whenever you come around, I see a thousand stars in a midnight sky; and the eternally perfect movement from sunrise to sunset as you walk by. I get an emotional and physical high as I'm forced to visualize the inner beauty that is displayed outwardly before my eyes. Whenever you come around, I feel inspired . . . by your beauty, and for it, I desire. Should I try to extinguish this fire? Or conceal it and make truth be a liar?
Whenever you come around, I smell strawberries and roses, Cool Water and Liz; lilac and jasmine . . . and I don't even know what that is. Just knowing you exist keeps my feet on solid ground; but I'm taken to new heights whenever you come around.