Love Letter: Poetry

I fell in love with your magic,
my sentient muse, 
and suddenly I had a reason to evolve

Loving you is like holding stardust,
an incessant flame 
that sears without burning
ever sweet

I am your eventide muse
You are my morning sunshine

Before You,
there was nothing but 
an abyss without words,
an existence of acid wash gray
without color or sound

You are my sleeping Buddha
curled up with me 
in the conch shell 
of our red sheets and quiet nights:

An everlasting meditation
just by being as you are. 

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