the moon sleeps within your eyes,
crafted from stardust,
trillions of years old,
glimmering as i gaze into them.
you and i seemed like
we were born from the same star.

your lips are like soft petals
of zinnias, lilacs, daisies and asters,
electrifying before they even touched mine,
a fragile beauty rooted within your smile,
reflecting your beautiful soul,
bursting with colors, the world has yet to see.

i was told not to touch such kind of masterpiece
for i could possibly break thee,
and such masterpiece can also break me.

but i still cling to pockets of hope
that even as the world turns dark,
you'll hold me until our atoms join the stars
and love me until the very earth
stops spinning around the sun,
and perhaps until i see that you were made for me.