You are the golden ichor still running through my veins.
A slight touch of yours sets my heart aflame,
You make me want to sing, to experience the catharsis that shall come when I finally find words befitting to describe you.
You entrance me like the helpless onlooker who gazes at the ocean at night and is bewitched by the beauty of the mangata,
That ambrosian quality of yours makes me want to combust into stardust and unfurl,
You are Selene, goddess of the moon because there is something hauntingly beautiful about you.
You are Asteria, goddess of dreams for all my dreams are of you.