[Straight crush...I'll go get the kleenex... ='( ]
The way the sun braids galaxies in your hair,
And how your soft construction glows in turn;
The sheepish smiles that float across your face,
Then sing inside your supernova eyes;
The bright impossible burning in your core,
And the possibles that trail your every move—
Your story book reality writes my life.
These miracles flash beyond my empty hands,
I’m sorry to (not) say. Your feelings run
Away, believing their own stars, away.
I’m sad to see you go. I’m sad to see.
Go flee to paradise, where I am not.
You prophet of love, your promised land awaits.