Crush

In my heart of hearts, I could never dream
A wonder such as you.

I see twin moons in your eyes,
lidded by milky layers of cloud,
and ink-black down in your brows.
You are a dream painted on fancies
beyond my comprehension,
a symphony of light and laughter.

No woman's form could describe
the elements that were woven together
to make you; no waves on the ocean
could be as graceful, and no thunderclap
could compel me like your voice.

The blessing of the angels would not be
more welcome than yours, and their presence
could not be more sacred.

I would be content to die in your presence,
If only you would grace me with your touch at the end.