Even Cupid Himself

Your laugh could woe even Cupid himself,
Make the Devil drop a slave to his knees.
You don a smile sweeter than golden honey;
Ambrosia on the tip of an inquisitive tongue.
Like adrenaline shot straight to the heart,
From your high is one I never wish to fall.
I’ve held your angelic soul in my very hands,
Kissed the edges of your brilliant mind,
Rested in a heartbeat that felt like home.
Your eyes cut me like the sharpest knife
And now I bleed these brilliant colors for you.