I lie awake at night and my mind begins to think; not of anything much but of how much I love you.
Nothing comes to mind except the passion that burns inside, the desire to hold you!!
How can one being be so beautiful?
How can one being be so loveable?
How can one being capture my essence??
Imprison my soul and declare a feeling of security.
I'd lie if I say if I told you this feeling forms a picture one so perfect, so immortal.
A picture which makes thousands of constellations around each universe bow as a sign of jealousy.
The picture can be of nobody but you.
