Titles are Overrated

Part 97

My love,

when I tell you

you are an angel,

I am not saying so

in vain. 

There are many moments

I can recall

where you have saved me,

wrapping me in your

warm embrace

and singing sweet tunes

to take away

all the troubles.

Your voice is like glass,

so delicate and pristine.

Your soul is made 

of starlight and songs,

so beautiful and bright

that I cannot bear.

There are simply some things

too pure and divine

for a mortal's mind.

You are out of this world,

with your smile 

of sunsets and sunrises.

The way you shine

on everything,

from the ocean's surface

to the top of mountains,

or through the leaves -

you are a forest

many would happily

lose themselves in.

Being with you

feels like I'm

on top of the world,

and even if I

were to fall -

I know you would swoop down

with your wings and saving grace,

to catch me.

Falling is worth

your precious embrace -

the vertigo is nothing

compared to seeing you,

a glowing angel

of the moon

and the sun,

leaving me wonderstruck. 

Darling,

you have bewitched my soul,

with your roseate 

and loving words.

What ever did 

I do

to set your dreamy eyes

on me?

They're the colour of the blue sky,

if something celestial

were to bring out

the stars 

at the same time. 

Never in my life

have I met 

someone like you,

with a mind

as open and beautiful

as a sunkissed meadow.

I want to explore and understand

every bit of it.

All the flowers,

filled with the nectar

of your love -

I am the bee,

flying towards it.

Still, it is not enough

and it is everything -

your love makes

me feel 

so small

yet safe.

You're as sweet as honey

and as precious as a pearl,

picked from the depths

of the unexplored ocean.

Often,

I'd be drowning,

and your ethereal self

would breathe life

back into my lungs.

My love,

there is no one,

nothing -

as heartfelt

and heavenly 

as you.

Your love makes flowers bloom,

birds sing

and shooting stars

come true.

Don't ever let

the world

take away

all that makes you,

you. 

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. And I would die a thousand times over, for you.