Sauntering around like the dreamy clouds do,
I devote my eyes to the breath-taking beauty of the night sky.
He is my best friend. He stole my heart.
He pacified my thoughts with his stable grace,
and his mysterious silver embroidery surface.
He had me with his beautiful crescent-like smile
and his fulsome jewel-like face.
That radiance cannot be made. It cannot be faked.
No disguise, no wizard, no human, no technology would replace
the glory of this unreal solid.
He is the beat of my heart, the enigma behind my mind.
My ultimate source of emotion, passion, love,
Endurance, lust, ambition, sensuality.
A condition for heavenly survival.
The lover of the dark, the emperor of beauty,
The slayer of skepticism, The one with termless complexion,
An illusion you wouldn't imagine even when you are drunk.
  And that is, just to me.
One mere human out of gazillion.
To me. One whole shade of soul.
One whole set of crazy wonders.
It works miraculously to this extent to some
But this way, Just to me.