He's no less than the moon,
He has phases,
Mysteries hidden within his darkness,
Each as beautiful as the other.
Things of him that he forgets to appreciate,
Is admired by us who ink our thoughts,
That's the very reason why,
It's not even been a day for him feels like ages to me.
If I could choose,
I would never let the moon set,
Even if it meant spending the rest of my time in darkness,
I find my comfort in his light.
Stars may be many,
Of sizes, shapes and colour,
Yet you shine brighter, yearned by many, loved by billions,
Yet I wish to be the soul you smile for.
To a person that lights up my darkest nights<3.
