You're kinda like the sky
You're also kinda like the sun, moon & stars
You may ask why
& to that I'll say
I will only ever be able to admire you're beauty & grace from a distance
I will never be able to touch it

So if you ever come around and I find somewhere far away to stand
it's only because
Some beauty is far too precious to be held by my hands

Your eyes hold mountains in them.
I could easily trek through every trail, count every stone, and memorize the amount of steps it takes to hike to the tops and back down each hill.

It's safe to say, I would not mind.
I would not mind adventuring you
for the rest of my life.

I know what both heaven and hell feel like.
Heaven is the thought of you possibly loving me, while hell is the bitter reality that you don't.

She always shines so bright.  
I swear she makes the brightest of lights look dim and dying.
The sun, moon, and stars cannot even compare.
In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they were a little jealous of how this girl seemed to shine.

So, Love, I beg you
Look to me as you do your favorite film
Speak to me as if I were someone you admired
Create me as you would your muse
Read me as if I were your favorite book
Hear me as you do your favorite song
Touch me not just with your hands, but with your words
I assure you I will be the most attentive listener
I will hang on every sentences that runs from your lips
All the while, begging them to kiss me so softly that it hurts
So, Love, I beg you then, love me.