when my lighter drops

her

To know she is happy.
To know she is there and safe. Is all i need
Each word her mouth effortly speaks.
Creating another piece of love to become lodged in my heart.
How do I describe her? How can someone so perfect be put into words?
Each small star creates a larger one, and again another.
They don't become aggressive but they become stronger.
The tap tap tap. The shine, sparkles and glimmers.
I wonder why such stars stand out and why the sun always does.
It's because she is my sun. is my stars.
The sun is the largest star. The brightest, most known.
That's the only thing. She isn't the most known
She is her. I see her forever and always.
I try to be her moon. But my lungs are filled with weakness.
I want to be close to her. But can you be too close to the sun?
No but we will find our way to another solar system.
Because she becomes a star once more for me to be there as we join together.
And when that happens we don't need to ask..
Can I be close to you? But we do ask is this love?
And she once more replied so perfectly to say.
'Angel this is the mystery of love'