You exhale, and a thousand poems appear before my very eyes.

The universe will have run out of stars before they figure out what you truly are worth.

With sleepless eyes the world is unmoving, keeping close watch on your ethereal figure.

You stop time and three dimensions in succession, and leave me wondering, gawking.

The frailty is but a façade, for you are, in truth, a monument without need of any adornment.

But ever will I adore you, this I speak in silence.

No sonnet or song, neither mural nor sculpture can immortalize the glowing heart you hold.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s