Until the invention of something that accurately captures what I feel for you,
a simple, yet inadequate "I love you" would have to do

All these sleepless nights spent
crying and sobbing come to naught,
because these salty streaks
that line my cheeks evaporate,
but the melancholy behind them, unfortunately,
does not

I could travel to all these places
And be surrounded by unfamiliar faces
But what good is a beautiful view
If I can't get to share it with you?

If a dream is defined as a conception created by the imagination
and has no objective reality,
then you, my dear,
must have stepped out of my Parieto-Occipito-Temporal junction,
and into the plane of reality
Because you make me wonder if I'm still in a deep slumber, lost in an enchanting reverie,
while my eyes are *wide open

If a disappointment is defined as the act of failing to fulfill the expectations or wishes,
then I'm sorry, my dear,
for you are its antonym,
*while I, its synonym

If music is defined as the art of sound that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms,
then your voice, my dear,
is enough to make Beethoven writhe in his grave and long for the ability to listen to your *sweet, soothing melody

If art is defined as the expression of something beautiful or extraordinary,
then you, my dear,
are a *masterpiece