I could be the sun with the overboarding responsibility of glaring my light over horizons to establish a brand new day, and I would still try to find excuses to lay my beam gently on your face alone, to wake you up every morning. If I could, then I would make every star in the sky reflect right onto your eyes so that I could see them shine even brighter.
The more I see you standing before me, the clearer it gets - I was made to cast my light on you and adorn every scar you hold, so that the world can admire the beauty of my dear moon. You’re my dearly most beloved, you truly consume my whole existence. Every thought I have revolves around you. And if, by mistake, a whisper brushes my mind with the absence of you, my heart curses at it; as if it's a crime to even think of subjects that aren't you. There’s a peculiar relaxation in the restlessness that you cause to my heart in every little touch.
When your fingers fall into the gaps of my hand, every crevice of my skin starts a prayer of its own and thanks whatever star in the universe brought us together. I hope every breath I take is infused with your scent. If finding you in this life means losing fragments of my soul to tragedy with every step I take, I'll run through each segment; because I know you’ll fill up all the cracks with your kiss.
I could stamp down countless praises, from all of the languages spoken, to prove my admiration to you. And you’ll laugh at the absurdity of it, thinking it's just for the sake of it. But trust me my love, there will never be enough words to describe how you have bewitched my mind and soul.