you

 The light enters through the creeks and nooks in your hands. Perhaps, it softly sits at the depths of the lines that go about your palm. It slowly pierces into you. And for you, you are so full of light!

When you murmur in the silence of the night, the day arrives. The words you utter reckon the day. You are brighter than the Sun and fairer than the moon. Your softest voice calls for the start of a beautiful sunrise. One, I'd want to lazily spend in a mowed lawn, with sheep and puppies running around, and you, of course.

I so wish, that when you walk about and your luminous light falls upon me and I can see the nerves and blood vessels in my own palm, I could name them all. I wish I could crochet you a sweater out of the arteries that carry my own blood.

I love you so much and I love your light so much more. I cannot breathe when your light dims and the darkness does not fade. I cannot sleep in the black of the night when your light isn't burning in my soul. I will freeze to death if you aren't here to hold my hand. My arms are always open, let the terrains of my love for you house your light for just the shortest while if it ever burdens you. Give me just a few of the rays that sit quietly in the second joint of your ring finger. May I be just as lovable as you are.

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