Awe filling my lungs,
"The sky is so pretty,"
"But not as pretty as you."
Regret filling my lungs,
I had meant what I said,
Your beauty runs parallel to that of the sky,
Guilt filling my lungs,
But do my words scar your soul?
A feminine word such as pretty,
Defining your charming nature?
Shame filling my lungs,
I hadn't meant to hurt you,
My only wish was to tell you,
That you can be compared to the sky,
You emcampus my world.
Passion filling my lungs,
As love bubbles forth.