I know not, whether this will reach you
But I wrote this with the sight of your smile in my mind,
The glisten of your hair as the light cuts through;
I wish so hard I could just tell you all in my heart;
And I have laid the words to death for it's right to do,
Yet I yearn to tell you how much you mean to me,
How your beauty is not a combination of one but two,
Your looks and personality has come from the temporal skies,
I begged myself to tell you all the truth,
But I have laid the words to death; for in death,
the words will forever be silent.