To describe him as someone I love is an understatement,
because to me he is life itself.
These feelings of mine are dangerous but there is no one to blame other than me,
because I have yet to learn my lesson to stay away from all that is beautiful.
These feelings of mine are not ephemeral,
I am willing to tear every limb from my body just to see him again.
I am willing to turn to dust while I wait for him in the place that he called home.
There is danger in loving him,
but what is life without a little bit of risk, a little bit of love.
It is not his soft porcelain skin
or his long beautiful hands that he uses to lift my face and stroke my skin, what I love the most are those beautiful eyes that he possesses,
those eyes that he uses to posses me
the eyes that have me begging for mercy.
All the music in the world cannot compare to the sound of his voice,
the voice that I would fall asleep to during the start of spring,
The voice that would make me bloom like a flower.
he would softly whisper "i think that you've fallen for me",
he has no idea.
I write about him more than I breathe air,
Because just the thought of him being beneath the same sky as me drives me crazy
He sees the same stars as I do
He breathes the same air
And feels the same warmth
He is life itself,
I'll love him with all that I am
Because I am his and he is mine.
He loves my smile and the way my eyes sparkle at the sight of him,
But he does not realize that he is the only person that has the privilege to see me glow.
Greek gods cannot compare to his beauty,
for he is beauty itself.
He shines so bright the sun cowards away from him.
Some might say that he is just an average boy,
but I disagree for he is my boy
and my boy is ethereal, profound, and wise.
