To me you’re a mystery that I must know everything about!
I want to watch as sleep becomes your shape and my world rests.
To lay in your presence and hear the words that fall from your lips like petals.
For the butterflies in my stomach can’t resist the nectar of your mind.

When our fingers are entwined, I can’t deny that we are made of stardust.
For you planets would align, Day and Night would take a back seat to watch you shine.
For you are a supernova to which no supernova can compare!
So I grapple with metaphors and similes’, though I know explaining your beauty is akin to breathing without air.

We kissed in all the beautiful places and you planted seeds in my mouth.
Between my teeth a garden of blood-stained white roses grew.
Nothing is safe in the vastness of time, in your eyes a flood to rip us asunder.
My body bares scars from your thunder and I know why storms are named after people like you!