I would give you the world
if I could hold it in my hands,
but a soul bright as yours
has a form as fine as sand.
Slips through my fingers;
A dusty gas I try to grip onto.
I watch the light pass between;
casting shadows of yellow hue.
As delicate as a dandelion.
As persistent as a pulse.
I try not to show my fascination;
suppressing every impulse.
Looking from afar,
but in fact too close for comfort.
The brightness blinds me
still my delusions come first.
Your beauty commands a watchful eye;
a sin to look away.
I stand in your shadow
and analyse your details everyday.
Every atom of dust,
Every molecule of your spirit,
has felt the gaze of my pupils.
Your essence they inherit.
I would give you the world
but it wouldn’t be enough.
I try to ignore my devotion,
It’s all but a bluff.