𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸🍁

I once believed God had no favourites�"but He must’ve lingered a little longer with you.
He was so lost in sculpting you that even angels paused mid-hymn, overcome by envy.
If I were to call you beautiful, then beauty would demand a new scripture to redefine itself.
Because the word “pretty” comes short for you�"it belongs to flowers and sunsets,
But you... you are something celestial, something ethereal.
And when I tell you this, you’ll just blush and accuse me of lying,
While I'm holding on to my dear life to keep the butterflies at bay.

You have the eyes that would make any person want to melt into them.
Like the divine honey which nourishes the land of heaven itself.
I never realised brown could be this mesmerizing until I saw your eyes.
I glanced, and your eyes made me want to get lost in yours for eternity.
You might be having a train of thoughts and staring into the horizon,
While I melt away in your eyes without a thought in mind, as it's gone blank.
Those starry eyes... no�"stars don’t shine this bright anymore, not for me, at least.

Your face, your eyes, your lips, and god�"those cheeks... I have to look away.
Because if I looked into your eyes, I would forget what I was gonna say.

The sky blues matching your vibe�"sometimes red and calming while
Sometimes dark, teary, and moody, which makes even God sad and angry.
That He cries along with you and yells at fate when you are under the mood.

I wanted to hide this beauty, as the world is not even worthy to lay eyes on perfection.
But at the same time I want to yell to the worlds that there is a beauty
That even angels are jealous of�"and those eyes just want to meet mine.

What more does a man need to feel worthy to conquer the worlds,
To challenge Earth that my moon is more pretty than his�"
And even he has to agree. I mean even envy loses in front of the truth.

But alas, I'm cursed to witness this divine beauty, yet never touch.
To melt beneath those honey-drip eyes, though they may never meet mine.
A distant glance�"that’s all I’m granted�"but even that feels heavenly.
To gaze upon perfection, Do I have to sell my soul?
I’d still call it worth it.
Every. Single. Second of it...