You’re the moonlight far across an ocean, in a midst of a forest.
You’re the colors of a rainbow after the first rain.
You’re the hazy light from the sun on a cold winter morning.

You’re the beauty of a blooming red rose almost resembling the blood.
You’re the bling in the stars on a dark intense night.
You’re the joy in every festive that’s present amongst tribes.

You’re the smell of a new book, image of a vintage collected poems by an author.
You’re the happiness felt after a harsh storm experienced in agony.
You’re a dream that makes the word worthy of it, the dream that takes over the shadows of nightmares.

You’re the bliss of an answered prayer, kneeled for years and was bestowed upon.
You’re the beauty known to an artist before any astounding creation.
You’re whole that completes every universe beyond, a divine being who came to give this sphere a new meaning.