Love, insecurity and pain

Thinking it's you...

O my love,
when will i see your
obsidian hair cascading
down your waist like a waterfall.

when will i see your beautiful small face, which gives me the will to exist.

My eyes are searching for you everywhere, 

In a flower thinking it's your smiling face,

In the night sky thinking its your
beautiful hair adorned with white flowers,

In the beautiful crescent moon
thinking its your shining forehead,

In the star constellations thinking its
your twinkling jewelry,

but nothing can ever exceed the beauty of my lady not even the celestial nymphs and goddesses.