Perfect.

Every drop that fills your frame 

Is exquisite, and ostracizes my limbs into shame 

The curls in your hair, on the end of your toes

And the freckles slipping down the tip of your nose 

Create a race so rapid and quick 

Often my fingertips need awakening from a needle prick

I'd like to ask you about foreign countries and constellations 

Or perhaps we may critique facial expressions then plan a vacation

To places in mentality of lasting significance 

Like self-actualization or cherished times of remembrance  

I bet you'd smile when your sad just to spite the tears 

I'm sure you scoff and laugh at your childhood fears

And replace them with things that may not exist

But their relevancy to you is enough for my help to enlist

In the salvation of your fingers and tender mind

Darling, there aren't many left to of your kind 

Above any aspiration or beautifully lit dawn 

I wish to see you without makeup on

Then I'd hope and pray 

That I would have the nerve to say

Darling you look the best today