A shrine of untold words.

The night's whisper.

My dearest,

Why is it that I find myself thinking about you at obscene hours? Deep into the night, my mind wanders to the thought of you, and only you.

I watch the stars to make my mind busy, but they only remind me of your eyes and the way they light up so beautifully whenever you're happy, was I always so fond of the stars or is it your eyes that I love so much, either way I can't bring myself to stop watching the lit up sky while you sit comfortably in my head.

What is it that you did to me ? That makes me feel in such a pitiful way? That I work my hand off to write paragraphs to you expressing my love?

Love, what is love my dear? Is it the smile I wear everytime I see you? Is it the thumping my heart does whenever you're around? Or perhaps the urge to spend every seconds of my life with you in my arms? Is that what they call love ?
If so, then you are love to me, my love.