A Bludgeoning Weapon.

What is it about you,
That's calls to me so?
You're just irresistible,
And I think you should know.

Your eyes are purity,
Beautiful as blue could be.
I'd be happy, if those two
Were all I could see.

Your smile is incredible,
Vibrant as our largest star.
It is a joy to see you grin,
Even from afar.

Your lips are perfect,
A gift from above.
No wonder that I say
This is a feature I love.

Your form is delicate,
Yet perfectly filled in.
It is reflective in a way
Of the beauty within.

Your voice, so soft,
So delicate and sweet;
Speaking or singing,
It sweeps me off my feet.

But beyond the physical,
There lies so much more.
Both your mind, your heart,
Draw me to open my door.

Your art is brilliant
So detailed, inspiring:
Nothing rhymes with that
Except for perspiring.

Ahem.

(That was lame... Dammit, why do I write so late at night?)

Your mind seems strange
To those who know you not.
But to me, one of your best
Qualities is your thought.

Your passions are strong;
You create, you dance.
These inspire in me...
Something something pants.

(Again Devin? Really?)

(Ahhh, brain has gone to mush)