How do I put into words?
The moon is over and above enchanting,
After catching a glimpse of you!

For all of eternity,
My diary shall bear,
Two imperishable details,
My penmanship,
And, your name!

My quest will continue,
Till the end of time,
Across all realms,
And, the spacetime continuum,
Beyond all known dimensions,
While chartering new destinations,
For that one blessing,
To lay my eyes on you again,
Even amidst a hurricane,
And, feel what I felt before,
For the first time even more!

I asked my heart,
Time and again,
Over the span of time,
And, I know now the ultimate truth,
A realisation as pleasant as the moon,
About what poetry is,
And, that is you!

I wonder how many times,
I've treasured you,
Looking at you,
From yonder and near,
But, not once,
Have my yearning eyes been lost,
And, gone past the twinkle in yours.

You are what you are!
But, do you know who you are?

You are...

What's between desire and greed,
What's between a longing and a blessing,
What's between time and the space continuum,
What's between the rise and the fall,
What's between direction and an ambition,
What's between relief and cheer,
What's between my sanity and peace,
What's between the favoured and the pure,
What's between an infatuation and tenderness,
What's between the beginning and immeasurable eternity,
What's between magic and mayhem,
What's between aggression and grace,
What's between stillness and elation,
What's between perseverance and tranquility,
What's between a crusade and a pilgrimage,
What's between a prayer and gratitude,
What's between my reality and fantasy,
What's between Aphrodite and Athena,
What's between surrender and defiance,
What's between priority and integrity,
What's between an obsession and a fascination,
What's between existence and extinction,
What's between style and elegance,
What's between an adventure and a celebration,
What's between beauty and allure,
What's between creation and the universe,
What's between life and mercy,
What's between love and remembrance...

And, you are more!

Would you ever know?
What that small smile,
At the corner of your precious lips does?

The sweet surrender of man,
For your love across an aeon.

My heart says,
Looking at you,
The finest this world has ever seen,
Beauty this realm is so keen,
To yearn more everyday,
So, no matter what may come,
You'll be there to stay,
Though in your heart I may not dwell,
But, my eyes will tell,
That you are the epitome,
Of nature and the heavens,
And, a godsend,
For, you are perfection,
The quintessence of a creation,
And, the testimony of entirety,
In all of eternity!

The rustic wood exudes an oak essence,
imparting feelings reminiscent of timber
running through the depths of
a contemplative mind.

The morning wood embodies a
hardness akin to the tenacity of roots
growing defiantly out of solid mountain
rock—a force to be reckoned with.
She savors a taste that mingles with a sense
of triumph, a bittersweet victory vividly
displayed through a masked countenance.

Her prowess is demonstrated by
splitting rocks effortlessly with
the razor-sharp edges of her teeth,
wielding a tongue that doubles as a
deft weapon, teasing and tasting with
calculated precision. Each fiber of the pink
flower's stem is thoroughly imbued with flavor,
with a cascade of nectar streaming down
his throat, carrying forth every inspired
thought on a voyage of fervent creativity.

Reflecting on the past reveals remnants
of everything that has been left behind,
a realm where he fearlessly surmounts
challenges from behind the scenes.

Amidst disciplined actions, he occasionally
employs stern measures, firm and
unwavering. In his possession is a
substantial jumbo jet, soaring high into
the skies, causing her eyes to involuntarily
roll back in sheer awe, a testament to the
impressive magnitude of his influence.