your beauty,
could rival,
even the brightest of stars.
but if i spoke my words,
of absolute truth,
you would think it a lie,
or maybe even a cliche.
because comparing your smile,
to the whitest of moons,
seems like a hyperbole,
in your sparkling eyes,
and it would make,
all the gods in the sky,
jealous of your astonishing beauty,
and my unwavering love,
for my very own galaxy,
that i get to wake up to,
every morning.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
