My sweet blessing

Oh Aya, how you make me wonder... what flavours dance on your tongue as you speak poetry? how heavy is the love you store in your heart and dare I be selfish enough to ask for some? would you be willing to share a small piece of that affection with me? it makes me think...the world you behold must be one of pure beauty, if your eyes twinkle like little stars when they cast their gaze...and I must say I do fear to touch your porcelain skin for it might break but Oh god how I do want to hug you