he's that fire
who keeps me warm
but every time I try to get close
he hurts me
still a part of me wants something more
and I keep burning myself
I can't run away from him
as I'm scared of dying in cold
addicted to his warmth
I go back to him for survival
even though his proximity kills
I'd rather die in his flames

He wears stars on his head
A smile on his face
With pretty doe eyes
He lights up my skies

He is strong enough to carry
Galaxies in his eyes
Those two black holes
Pulling all that go by
A trance all designed
in such a small space
Its a pleasure to get lost
And leave without a trace

He's an inspiration to write
A walking natural scenery
He's a never ending twilight
Like Aphrodite's finery

From his thick legs to thin waist
He's God's architectural masterpiece
Even Tajmahal looks flawed
So does Doric temples in Greece
A centre of attraction below his thin beckoning lips
His cute black mole - point of gravity's grip

Out of all the eras that existed
I'm blessed to live in his'
To live and to love the creation he is
For all that I wish upon
Is a life to live and love
And get enchanted by the beauty
Of the great Theias's son

I have only
Cried
Been depressed
And embarrassed
Why can't I just leave him?

Maybe I love him more than my happiness

pen on paper
excite me
more than
lips on lips

stars never looked brighter before
moon now turned my friend and more
nights are longer than before
holding tears and helping me restore
oceans where I went to find shells and play
now seem a lot deeper than it looks
never thought the breeze it brought had
poems and peace embedded within
the rain, the snow
and the memories they show
from the first sight
to last fight
and even more
Unable to control my feelings
I flow through pen on papers
while some called it poem
some called it pathetic
but all I knew was him
and I was in love
loving him was everything