An Act of Adoration

My world was utterly monochrome grey

Then you arrived my light for another day

Without you, everything was all too prosaic.

Each and every smile I gave out was just fake.

My preference is actually quite abstruse

And yet, you are my heart, my darling, my muse.

You lit the incipient spark in my cold heart,

The core inspiration of my works and art.

My dear, you truly are a being sublime

That no one could ever hope to mime.

No extant language has the ability

To express your inimitability.

Just a mere gaze to my current direction

Is enough without return of attention.

Inside me, there was a searing, gaping hole

Without you and your lovely ethereal soul.

Without you and your lovely ethereal soul.