If my thoughts were a symphony,
There would be no music.
Yet if my love for you were that symphony,
Nothing could be as perfect and magical.
I’d compose for you each day,
Expressing the perfection you bring.
Your heart shining brighter than the sun itself,
burning everything less perfect than your exquisite self.
You do not see your beauty nor feel my love,
But my mind is about all of your perfection,
My heart is all about love for you.
My eyes made for admiring your beauty,
My lips expressing my heart and soul,
Yet my body longing for the touch of yours,
To complete the dream of all dreams,
and burn all sorrow that hide within.