Paranoid

Deep inside my paranoid and dubious soul,
You are my sun, the blood of my body,
Smile so warm it melts me in a lake of happiness
As if my very self was taken by a chariot to heaven,
Your tenderness captured me,
Your smile lit the candles of my soul.

Long, black hair as if it is the night’s tip,
Skin as white as falling snow,
Cheeks so warm like as the moon shone its rays on a
Lovebird on a dying branch,
And a smile so uplifting I can only stare as if warm
Red velvet clouds surrounded me.
You are the apple of my eye.

2/12/05