Creative mind from an insane lunatic.

I’m sorry to state that I am ashamed to admit that compared to you is a losing game. Without any excuse you should realize, the truth you are worth more beyond the price of diamond and gold combined. Their is no price that can be sold to win the affection but the truth stated from honesty not lies. Their is no procession that can be traded to win the acceptance, but the individual time to endure the abridged duration cherished together. You’re beauty shines besides the sun during the afternoons. You’re beauty shines besides the shooting stars during the midnights. Exhausted to attempt to achieve a higher beauty than yours, they give up and take turns to shine as time continues to roll by. You’re a shooting star that landed among earth; an angel that glided among Heaven’s sky. Beauty shined superior compared to the sun that lights our world from darkness. Illusive movements crashing among the ocean sea. I might not go to Heaven, but I do believe in angels the very first day my eyes glanced at you. Their isn’t a word in the dictionary that can describe you because you are beyond the definition of perfection. Love, Jordan A.