I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me
but I feel like you're worth more than any ephemeral
whispers of,

"I love you."

So, I thought maybe I could recite some Lord Byron,

"SHE walks in beauty, like the night
  Of cloudless climes and starry skies;"

But I knew I would just stand there like an *******,
because you're way more real than any string of
hopeless romantic mumbling. Also,

How could I compare you to the night?

When everything about you shines brighter than any ray of light.
your love is like an atomic bomb
stirring the earth beneath me
and I'm gladly standing in your wake
taking in every gorgeous ray of radiation
soaking in every beautiful piece of you
careless of any consequence
knowing that you could very well end me
but trusting you to keep me around.

I thought maybe I could write a song.
An entire symphony even devoted
to just the way you look at me.

But that would be dumb. Because,

When you laugh, I know
that if I filled a room with Vivaldi,
Shakira, Beethoven, or the Beatles, they would all
tear up all their music and start again from scratch.

I think you might even hear Vivaldi whisper a,

"hot ****."

I could paint something for you but,
here's the thing:

If the Mona Lisa ever saw a picture of you,
the infamous smile would disappear from her face
and she would be infinitely caught staring awestruck at the
most incredible thing on this earth.

Or.

She would frown out of jealousy.
Could you imagine:
Mona Lisa with a Resting ***** Face?

So this is what I made.
This is what you're looking at.
Here's my silly poem,
and I'll leave it at that.