there's no words to match this melodic image, the eyes of a supernova seeping into mine. so harsh, so hot, but so soft, so loving. passionate but patient, the sensation of fire melting to stardust. crafted but delicate, two stars colliding, what an appalling desire. a flame cast ablaze by the purity of righteousness, warm alike sunlight. so warm, as if enlightenment were so close to reach beyond the border of consciousness. my inner peach, served on a golden plate behind a curtian of sunlight, sweeping over my transience in awe. my muse is the love of my moonstruck life, as vast as the galaxy with stars swarming like a blanket of cloth. with twinkling dots of threads, we roam the earth gallantly.

im elated to see you aloft in the night sky, to what do i owe this enchanted boon. in the company of the winking stars, enthralled by this sight, as i admire my moon. bathe me in your streaks of translucent light, oh how youve governed the raging tides of my soul, erode and weaken the load strewn over my burning shoals. youre the pulsating pearl moon, scintillating upon the valorous sky; shimmering upon the ravenous river, emanating from the stars.

i dont want to say im falling for you, or that im head over heels for you, but could this be what love feels like? you fill my dreams endlessly, like the caribbean blue sails the galaxy, rivers gushing, mumbling for an eternity.

"rein n'est parfait" but you my dearest, youre perfect, perfect for me