You are my comfort, yet you are killing me.
Your eyes are moons to which part of my heart belongs.
Your voice fills me with happiness, yet it plunges me into an abyssal ghyll. It raises me like a mountain, yet it melts me like metal in the fires beneath the earth.
You make me weak, yet you strengthen me in a way you could not imagine.
The stars light your beautiful face and the moon brings out what I truly love.
That face is burned into my dreams, haunting me every night.
You take the