what you mean to me, beloved celeste…
what you mean to me, my love…
you are the heartbeat in a silent chest
the spark of life, a breath breathed by the dead,
another chance at life and happiness.
in you, i experience another dawn.
sunrise to sunset, you rest in my arms.
i wake to find you lying there beside me.
i rise with you and hear you sing
sweet melodies, the sound of angels,
serenading me with more than music.
a touch of your hand, lips brushing across
porcelain flesh. a whisper and a sigh.
i find you in the most tender moments,
the most decadent thoughts,
the deepest cravings and the most
intense passions i have ever known.
what you mean to me, my love…
you are the whisper in the wind
when i look for the direction of the currents,
when i need to find my way back home.
you open the doors and i am there with you.
from sunset to sunrise, you enchant my nights.
we dance in the dark, under the caress
of luna’s light, shining down on us, a spotlight
for the love we share with one another.
for the way we come together, soul to soul.
the storms which pour like torrents on us.
in the rain, you and i, come together and
in the crashing of the cosmos,
the celestial spectacle which plays out
as the clouds part, you are there.
what you mean to me
cannot be summarized with mere words,
for they are a bond, a sensation
which infects me, delights me,
makes me a far better man than i could
ever hope to be without you.
you mean the world to me, beloved.
my love, my life, my everything.
and i have an angel, a temptation,
an everlasting companion
because of you.
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