I’ve been comparing people with the stars, moon and sky, 

I’ve been associating people with my laughter and cry, 

But you, my love, are not something I can imagine even when I’m high, 


You are a mesmerising portrait and beautiful poetry all in one, 

You’re a masterpiece, 

And a masterpiece can be compared to none, 


If the word art has an origin, it’s your name, 

And the kindness in your heart, 

And ideas born from that brain, 


I love you for all that you are. 

In the moment, and in retrospect
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