My love for you
will be the gentle breeze
caressing the lush valleys
and the delicate blooms
of your being.

I will carry
the fragrance of you
to the peaks
of this earth
that yearn for nothing
but to kiss the heavens.

(Every mountain will feel
your kisses
upon my hands
and they will crumble
in jealousy.)

But my love for you
will blind me
like the brilliance
of the midday sun,
and I will forge a path
to that midnight vault
so that the stars
may kiss you.

(And you, the stars.)

And then I will fall.
But people will look upon me
in wonder,
and will venerate me
a hero
for my devotion.

(The stars will weep,
and they will weave
for you
a tapestry
as proof of our love
being born
of the great design.)