Nothing turns me on like the spark in your eyes.
The glint of shining mischief that come with your smile.
Nothing stirs my soul like the the aura you eminate.
The feeling you impart, that your soul creates.
Nothing compares to you, nothing could ever be improved.
You have no idea how your perfection has me truly moved.
Nothing created, or yet to come into being.
Will compare to what I see, compare to how I’m feeling.