As am trying to write for you
my words shrink, pale, fade
trying to describe the perfection that it is you.
Ink stains cannot describe you
you can only be described with a painting in a museum
a carnival with your name
a perfect book that takes your breath away with every page
so as am trying to write you this
I keep failing miserably
failing in portraying everything that I see in you
because you're so much everything
you're a collection of everything I wanted
and everything I never knew I wanted, but needed, all in one
God answered prayers I never said,
prayers I kept deep in my heart
because I was too afraid to utter the words
in fear of having an illusion dressed as something real
so god bless the day we crossed paths
because that day, god sent me a blessing without disguise
the only curse was not being able to look in your eyes while saying those things to you
so let's embrace this distance
I'm willing to wait for another miracle to happen
than to abandon the miracle that already happened to me, and you
i love you silently, subtly
because this love is too heavy a burden for both of us to handle
although i wouldn't mind carrying all its weight
just to hear it from you
so i hide it all behind metaphors and synonyms
behind vague poems that i wish could say the crystal clear truth
that i don't need the day anymore to tell me what to do
nor the night to tell me what to think
i just need you, my sun and stars