The bubbles when I wash your hair
Look like stars caught soft in air.
Tiny galaxies in my hand,
While time forgets to make a stand.

Your smile — oh, it breaks my chest,
Kinder than hope, better than rest.
Sweeter than chocolate, bold like ***,
It strikes my heart and leaves me dumb.

To kiss you feels just like a storm,
Electric, wild, and far from norm.
To miss you — waves that never sleep,
They drag me down, they cut too deep.

And when I think you choose to lay with that one
Whose breath you feel beneath our sun…
It kills me slow, hurts more than I let it seem,
Unthreads my mind at every seam.

But then — you say you still love me,
And stars collapse in ecstasy.
I shine more bright than burning skies,
More hopeful than a priest who cries.

More in love than all the poets knew,
Each verse I write bleeds only you.
For though the pain may rise and run —
You make me brighter than the sun.