He was the pen and I was the paper.
And together we wrote the most beautiful love letter.

Out of all the things that I said and the words that I left unsaid,
Somehow, somewhere I ended up confessing my love for you.

I'll tear off my wings and yet learn to fly
I'll drink the elixir from the holy grail
And turn it into poison and wine.
I'll kiss the sun and convert it into a ball of ice
I'll **** the reaper that dares to take you away from my life.

How to define the word that doesn't require any sort of explanation?
Love isn't the word I'm talking about, if you thought so then you're certainly mistaken.
How do I define the emotion that is known as devotion?
Because thats what I feel when I look at his face which is sculpted with perfection.
His eyes shine with hope like the one that emnates from a beacon
His embrace feels no less than being in haven
He smiles a goofy smile with reckless abandon
His very existence is my biggest addiction
The moment he says something I melt and drown in compassion
Yet, I find it so hard to admit it all to him in the form of a confession
In my mind, he creates all sorts of confusion
And in my heart he happens to be the reason behind my constant contradiction.

I wish to paint you with words,
And write about you with feelings
But I fail to depict the depth that exists in your eyes.
So, I capture the moment by photographing every move that you make.
I scrutinize every small detail
Of how you laugh and how you smile
How the colour of the sun reflects in your eyes,
How the smell of coffee gets you happy and enticed.
How the sound of my voice makes you feel alive.
I photograph you in black and white;
To bring forth the kind soul that lies inside
I study every aspect in your life,
As if you're the subject of my never ending strife
I illustrate your passion in perfect light,
Emphasise on how your breath hitches as you sing along your favourite lines..
I trace the image with quivering hands and critical eyes
Admiring your toothy grin and your crazy hairstyle.
I compile the pictures and bring the masterpiece to life,
Leave you with a Thank You note without saying Goodbye.
For you weren't just my temporary muse or a beautiful yet fleeting view in sight
You were the eternal moment of ethereal bliss forever stored in my mind.

You've traced the scars that line up my arms.
You've kissed those streaming tears away.
You've made love to the rhythm of my soul.
Stolen my heart and held me in your warm embrace.
You've pricked yourself over my rough edges and blades.
You've adorned my hands with yours.
And now, You've weaved the letters of your name on the canvas of my soul.

Possessing a soul like a selfish thief.
Holding it close and never letting it leave.
That's what it's like to be loved by me.