Titles are Overrated

Part 132

My darling,

you are a piece of art

that no human

could create with their own hands.

You are not of this world,

with your loving words

and star crusted heart.

You are the ocean mist,

beautiful simply by breathing

onto the golden sand 

that you stumbled upon,

from the depths of the wonderful,

unexplored seas.

There is no one else

like you.

You are the tired satisfaction

of a full day,

the ambience of rainy days

and the light

of ones with plenty of sunshine

to spare.

You give and you give,

like an infinite chest

of treasure.

You are made of gold

and all things good,

precious and pure.

The few wonders of the world,

is you -

and how I,

was fortunate enough

to meet your gracious,

generous soul -

stained with galaxies,

as your hands

are stained with paint.

You're so bright and vibrant,

bringing colours into the world

that didn't exist

until you did.

You are as rare and beautiful

as a shooting star,

full of hopes and things

that no one can

touch

or take from you.

Except, 

you will not crash and burn.

You are a shooting star

that never stops soaring

through the sky,

day or night.

You, 

my darling,

are your own light,

your own wishes. 

You do not need

to grant them to anyone

but your sweet,

gorgeous self. 

you wish, but you don't need to - you are everything.