Impressionism

It's a lovely day We was walking in the park Talking about Simple nothings that I'll always take for art I can hear your voice until it mixes into music Sounds that make me wander your laughers therapeutic Your lips, your hair, your style, you're beautiful Read you like a Bible till worship every cuticle Question: do I cross your mind at night? Cos you got me anytime like I'm Bryan Mcknight I know the moon is not without the sun Speaking from the barrel of the gun Finding words to describe you is improbable Want to learn how to love you if it's possible The sun shined then turned to dust But it shined on us I guess there's nothing left to discuss Words melt but they're sweet like honey Feeling so absurd, how is she so lovely?