I don't think I am capable

of loving anything more

than I love you, my darling,

for doing so is not possible.

I live for your happy moments

as I die for the bitter ones,

so please believe my love is real

even when I confess in silence.

All words are weak compared

to your divine shine eternal,

none can describe your grace,

shame on anyone who dared.

Those who laid eyes on you

have all gone blind by your beauty,

so I too can only bow at your feet

and hope to be shielded from your view.

But to feel your piercing eyes

watching my every move

tells me all to let me know

what is hidden behing the lies.

Our feelings seem to be mutual,

and really I am beyond ecstatic,

being able to taste your sweet lips;

your love is rarer than any jewel.

I'd love you under the shine

of millions of unknown stars

to truly show you the world,

but only if you were mine.

I would write you every poem

to make you believe my love is true,

and I would pave you many roads

just to rid you of any problem.

But your future is already planned

and speaks not of our happy ending,

no matter how I wish it to change

I know now I can never have your hand.