"When you don't know what you're living for, you don't care how you live from one day to the next. You're happy the day has passed and the night has come, and in your sleep you bury the tedious question of what you lived for that day and what you're going to live for tomorrow"

- Ivan Goncharov

I love you. I am madly in love with you.

With the whole of my being, with my sanity and insanity, with all the stars, with all the moons and all the skies I love you.

I do not know how to tell you that I still love you,
Not with the immensity of the oceans,
Not with the might of the mountains,
Not as much as the constellations and planets,
Not with the beauty of the waterfalls,
Not with the melody of the birds,

But with the immensity of the galaxies,
With the might of nebulae,
With the energy of every sun,
With the beauty of the little stars that glimmer like diamonds in the night sky,
With the smell of rain in the morning,
With the melody of our hearts.

I love you.

I fell in love with moonlight-
in my darkness, shining so bright.
She danced in the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But moments in time soon burn away,
and moonlight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that trickle of light will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for moonlight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with moonlight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight
and faded out at end of night.

No one really ever sees you,
No one really ever realises your might,
No one really ever cares to ponder about you,
No one really ever realises how interesting you are,
They all see you as just a shadow,
But I am here,
I see you,
I understand you,
I am you...