March 29 · Two Years
بي بي
Beauty with Brain
I have been certain for
and counting, without pause.
What I said to you — that night, and again, tonight
What do I like in you? Oh, where do I begin?
You are the sunrise after a night so dim.
Your presence shines as a radiant sign.
Your eyes, like pools of moonlit grace,
Your kindness, a gentle embrace.
Your smile, a beacon in the darkest of nights,
Your voice, a melody that soothes and inspires,
Even if the ocean became my ink, depths unending,
I couldn't transcribe all the beauty I'm apprehending.
What do I like in you? Ah, where to start?
You are the masterpiece of my heart.
I meant every word.
I still do.
Will you be mine — again?