Describing You

Did you know your eyes are beautiful?
And the creases in your crooked grin stir the butterflies in my stomach..
Your words, the depth of Your masterful mind leaves me speechless...
I could listen to your philosophies and book worm attained rhetoric until sleep...
So you prefer reading instead of writing...
Ok, I'll write for you.
The way your hands sculpt an ordinary piece of wood into an extravagant piece of art is awe inspiring.
With skill and precision your profectionist belief transforms everything you touch into gold.
I want to feel like gold.
You tell me don't waste my life waiting on you...
I tell you...without you in it..it is wasted already.