To You

I never noticed the stars until I gazed into your eyes.
You fill the empty canvas of my mind with rainbow worlds of supernatural glory.
You speak galaxies into existence when you move your mouth.
When your lips first touched mine, I swear that was the first instant I became alive.
When I first saw you cry I thought the world itself would collapse because of the weight of your tear.
I never noticed how beautiful nature was until I started using it to create poetry about you.
The ocean's relationship to the moon exists purely to describe the pull you have on my heart.
You are the bridge across the void, the healing ointment on my cuts, the kisses on my scars, and the light at the end of the tunnel.

You ask me, "What do you want to do today?" What I don't know how to say is that it doesn't matter what we do together. I would be happy living in a prison cell for the rest of eternity if you were with me.
If the stars are in your eyes
and the galaxies come forth from your mouth
and if you are the moon creating the ocean
and if every kiss pulses new life through my veins,
{You can turn hell into heaven.}

"I am a broken thing," you tell me. I pretend to understand, but I can't. How can I understand this
If you are the one who first breathed life into me
and made me see color the first time
and gave me a desire to live and a hope to dream
and the ability to transformation dreams into reality?
{You are the gateway to anything.}

You are the bridge to the stars, and I now believe it is possible to dance alongside Orion and Scorpius and Taurus in perpetuity. You are the ladder descending from heaven, and you are the angel holding my hand as we ascend together.
My only request and my only desire is that you take me there
To You