Beloved

You are so beautiful, I cannot begin to tell you.
But then do I need to?
You are like a sunset, inexpressibly glorious.
I love you with all my heart.
From the first moment I saw you I was a captive.
I know I should be more subtle,
but time is short and I very much need to make you smile.

Of course I am a fool, as I have said all along.
I don't want or expect anything from you
(well, not entirely true, that heart breaking smile,
the blade that heals as it slices,
that would be more than enough).

So, I thought I would write you this as a final confession,
so you can walk around some days feeling glorious and beautiful,
thinking "I am someone whose service is perfect freedom."
Do me a favour, and say that line at least one time under your breath.
It will make the cosmos giggle.