As am trying to write for you

my words shrink, pale, fade 

trying to describe the perfection that it is you.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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