For this feeling, there is not one single word, only those that can come close:
Adoration? Yes I adore you, but one could adore a place or a song; no, it’s more than adoration
Admiration? Yes I admire you too, but one could admire a perfect stranger; no, it’s more than admiration
Love? Yes, of course. You are the love of my life. I love you more than life itself. But it’s even more than that.

There is a certain amplification, that is part of this feeling.
Seeing your subtle pain is like having my world shattered around me
And seeing your subtle pleasures simply, takes my breath away

What about you makes me feel this way? What is this feeling? What is the word?
I scroll through photos and recall memories that run the gamut and ask, “Why? why do I feel this way?”
Well, the feeling comes from who you are, and who I know you to be:

Beautiful, Elegant and Strong
But it’s even more than that. You are a superlative in my eyes
The most Beautiful, The Most Elegant, The Strongest

In my eyes, you live up to your namesake
In so many ways the parallel is remarkable
But how to compare a single human to the Moon?

When you think of the Moon what do you think of?
I’ll tell you what comes to mind to me:

The Strength to come out each and every night amid the darkness
She fights through clouds, shining bright for all
Serving as a guiding beacon of light through the night

The Elegance to change her color and shape daily
Demonstrating her mood to those below
Commanding the tides to dance in her honor

The Beauty to dominate the night sky
She’s the reason to sleep outside, underneath her gaze
Her perfect imperfections capture admiration for eternity

When I think of the Moon, I don’t think of astronauts
I don’t think of werewolves
I don’t think of eclipses
I think of you

I think of the Strength that you have shown me over the years
The Strength to move to away, not knowing a soul
Shining bright to everyone, gaining lifelong friendships and respect

I think of your Elegance that I have experienced first-hand
From formal occasions to tailgates
Always capturing my attention and never letting go

I think of your Beauty, demonstrated each and every day, inside and out
The most beautiful soul I have ever had the pleasure of knowing
And a smile that has captivated my heart ever since we first met

When I think of the Moon, I think of you

You have been that Strong, Elegant, Beautiful, guiding light that has always been there for me to look up to

Trying to envision life without you is like imagining the night sky without the Moon
Empty and dark
Missing the most important part

Others will say,
“Put yourself out there, there are other fish in the sea
You will find someone else who can make you happy”

I won’t, because I know this:
If I stare into the night, there will be other glimmers in the darkness
But those little stars, they are not the Moon

Sure, they may flicker or shoot across the sky
But only for a fleeting moment
And never with the allure of the Moon

I know, they are nothing compared to the Moon… My Moon

So while there may not be a single word for this feeling
The feeling I have for you
It can be described

When I think of the Moon, I think of you

You are my Moon

You always have been and always will be