Him

He is water in a pond reflecting the stars in the skies.
His voice echoes like the rays of the sunshine making the birds Hum love songs
keeping the lonely tsimtsum in the deepest oceans floating with hope.
His skin is sweeter than the dark chocolates of time,
Or perhaps his skin is incomparable to chocolate...
It is more of water lilies that bloom best at night,
But deep down where his soul lies is a lacuna of loneliness
There are violets scattered around purposeless.
The girl that loves him overshadows these imperfections.
His eyes resemble the stars at midnight with nostalgic life.
In him is a butterfly, sensitive but resilient.
His lips are fresh tulip flower milk,
His teeth are 99shades whiter
And his smile melts the loneliness away.
His veins are of a beauteous god When he appears, the girl that loves him pinches herself to confirm that she is not dreaming;
She is not dreaming and she is me. Now tell me,
how does he reciprocate the feelings I have for him?
©starchild