Be it the darkest of nights
Or the brightest of days.
Your beauty is always before me,
Waiting to be possessed.
The words that I speak are hollow
And shatter in the wind.
The luminous soul you possess
Is not sated with words.
How can I convey my love
That's beyond life's depths.
If only you could see my heart
And hear my love for thee.
For every beat is like music
Which has a voice of its own.
Then you would know my love
And we would be but one.