I can hear the starlight whisper your name.
This must be insanity.
I find music even in inanimate objects and they all sing your melody.
These colors are starting to have a sound of its own.
They define you, reminding me to think of you,
And I can't seem to get enough of it.

The mental image of your eyes laid on mine has been quite too difficult for me to resist.
You are a habit that chases away my other reasons for living,
Drowning all the names and all the pain I felt before you.
Like an unfinished dream,
You unknowingly demanded more than I can give.
Thoughts of you has become a familiar affair and I crave for it like how my lungs crave for air.

When did the scent of the evening air started to sweeten?
By far, this is the most colorful darkness I have ever seen.
The rush of blood in my veins draws poetry whenever my mind spells your name.
I search for you even in hopeless places,
And even more in hopeless cases.
I could fall hard for you and I would not even mind if the ground tears my bones.