I am blinded by your beauty,
so, I can only see the
wonder that lives beneath
the iridescent surface shine
of your lustrous stream.
The glow projected only
shows a feint outline
of the you that lives inside,
much more than
any evanescent dream,
so many
different doorways to open,
so many vast chasms of awe,
so many moments of magnificence
all underneath every pore.
My view dazzled by beauty,
so instead, I listen.
To hear every ephemeral word,
that lifts in reverie into the air,
like an angel reading
the most precious book.
So much to explore.
The stories soar,
the heart pours,
every beat - an ethereal ripple
on my own,
like my heart is a lake
and yours is the stone
that is thrown
to awaken the waves.
Your love claws at the walls.
Awestruck I’m lost in a story
that I wish to hear until
time's final chime is struck.
You are the moon to my night.
The sun to my day.
The air to my sails
and I’m a boat on your seas.
You make the stories grow
in forest groves, you give
the flowers the words
to the songs they bestow.
You are panacea to my ills.
The magic that spills
from the orchestra of the universe
and I am under your spell.
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