He says your eyes
are as beautiful
as the moon.
When you touch me,
I feel the softness of a feather.
Your presence surrounds me
like heaven itself.
When you speak,
each word from your lips
feels like a gentle shower of rain.
I can't take my eyes off your lips,
as delicate as rose petals.
Your silky hair
is trapping me in
your love.
I'm trapped
by your beauty,
without a trace of
regret.
Yet, he exists
only in my imagination.
I don't know why does he exist .