You're beautiful, like the stars as they light up in the sky. You're that type of beauty that mankind and the clouds hide because your beauty is too much for the eyes. You're the type of beauty I'd become an astronaut for, just to see. You're the type of beauty, where I'd love to be the sea just to watch you shine down at me. You're a beauty that I will never want to let go, a beauty I would love to cradle in my arms, as the stars shine down on us. If my life ended, I'd be glad, because I'd be going to the stars, to see my starlight. You're my starlight, my beautiful starlight that I'll love even after death do we part. They'd say, "oh! There's the poet and his muse, his starlight!". You're my muse, my beauty, my life, my love, my starlight. And I'm glad to call you all of those with a smile.

Anyways , this is a scheduled post , I'm probably already sleep 😓