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.