she wasn't his world.
no, to him, she was so much more.
her heart was the sun,
bright,
golden,
shining on even the darkest of days
and bathing the world in its gentle warmth
her eyes were the sky,
deeper and more infinite than the sea
and bluer than the finest sapphire
her cheeks were the constellations,
dotted with dark freckles like stars
against her rosy skin
and she was the universe,
the universe and infinity,
infinity and everything beautiful between the tips of its star-speckled wings
she wasn't just his world,
she was his everything.