you are the stars in the

night sky,

the little sunshine on

a cloudy day.

you are the soothing rain on a

summer day,

the disastrous, raging

hurricane.

you are old romantic classics

and love sonnets,

beautiful

yet so devastating.

you are art on street walls,

making people look at you in awe

before erasing and

painting them over again.

you are candlelit dinners and

slow waltzes in a fancy ballroom,

the late night jazz on a

summer evening.

you're the infinitesimal dust

and the

cause of everything.

you're the candle,

illuminating the dark

but burning

yourself down.

you are the midnight before

new year's day,

the end and

the beginning.

you're a multitude of paradoxes,

my love,

devastating in

your stupendous beauty.