Dana

The flick of your wrist, the sway of your hips in conjunction with your cherry red lips, your fiery passion and your sappy love song, your unsung confidence and your fledgling loyalty, the girl in you and the women in you, that little black dress, the one moment you'll never forget, the kiss late at night, that memory glued to your brain, the reminder you'll never stay the same, the success in your story, the beauty of your glory, the curves of your body, the road map to your life, your existential mystery, your time consuming clockwork, your melodic serenade, your timeless effort, your winding travesty, the nostalgia in your mind, the quickness in your pace, the source of bliss (in your face), the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you feel even when you know its not real, your ill constructed sentences, your storybook romance with life, your daydreams mixed with reality, your realistic realism, your fiery doubt, your front page magazine, your headline your sixty second timeline, your morning sunshine, nightly wine, blessed cocktail, your "inocence", the "diet" in your soda obsession, the vulnerability in your confession(s), the test with all the answers, the fix-it-up that doesnt want to get fixed up, the nightly prayer from the corners of your room, the tip of a hat in your direction, your romanticism, your affection, the way you scream when you'd rather cry, the way you run it all off in the form of a lie, the fifty million emtions you stuff inside just one brain, the sane in your IN-sane, your smile, your celebration, your evening moon, your walk on the beach, the sand in your shoes, the flow of your hair, the bright in your eyes, smile in your surprise, your continuity, your lovely you.