Purple Tint

I don't know you, but I feel like I do.  Do you mind if I ask you a question?  Could you ever love me?  I mean truly love me?  Because I've been Hurt before and I think it's because I forgot to ask this question.  When I'm sick, could you hold me tight?  When I'm in the dark, could you shed some light?  And when I'm mad at the World, and yelling in frustration, could you forgive me?  Because I'm not perfect, and you look like someone who could keep me sane.  I'm not saying you look like a band-aid or anything.  I'm saying you're beautiful.  Really, it's a compliment.  Which is why I don't know why I feel so confident.  Because right now, I should be stuttering meaningless words out of a mouth that no girl would Remember.  Anyway, enough about me.  Because you have the most beautiful earth-tone Eyes.  And the sexiest skin I've ever had the pleasure of seeing.  (They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, you know).  And don't get me started on that smile, because I could Linger for awhile.  I'm talking about that genuine smile that sends shivers down my spine, yet keeps me warm at the same time.  And your laugh, makes my skin tingle like my body's been asleep for ages.  You make me fly with your movement, your scent, your unearthly graces.  Which makes me wonder if your an angel.  Because I don't know where you came from if it wasn't Heaven.  I could get lost in those dark locks, and never seek a way out.  Because your hair is something I could not live with out.  Like I said, I know you, but I feel like I don't.  You are the kind of girl that would need a life time to figure out.  So lets delve into those veins.  So full of Life, and Passion.  And probably the only blood that could make me love life one second, and hate breathing the next.  And of course the only blood that can make my throat swell shut.  Because when you cut me, I don't just feel it in my heart.  I Feel it in my Bones, and that's hard to Stand.  Watching you give that heart away to some other fool.  You're also the only one who can stitch that cut, and stop the flood.  Because I feel like I know you, but in Reality, I don't.  So I'm asking you, if I could ever be that lucky fool.  If you ever gave me the chance, I wouldn't let you down.  I wouldn't drop your heart, and I'd always be around.  To catch every tear before it hit the ground, and hold every bad thought before it made a sound, just so you wouldn't have to.  Because You look like the kind of person I could do that for.  (Don't get me wrong, it's not because of the thighs, although those are nice).  I don't know . . . maybe it's the Eye's.