this is how much i

i will dedicate an elegy to you, my muse, let me immortalize the gaps between your fingers and the stars across your cheeks on ink, let the black run across the page as i capture your voice between lines of flowers, blooming between the cracks at your brilliance, let me write a symphony to the way your laugh rings in the air, a book - no- an entire collection to your million colored eyes, gleaming in the light like a single beautiful shining star, my light in this darkness, i will sail across a sea of galaxies in my beat-down rowboat to find you, i would resist life and death themselves to dance with your ghost, let my tears run oceans of shimmering liquid at your beauty, for nothing can match your stardust skin, your moonlit smile, your fluttering hair in the heavenly wind that touches you and only your blessed soul, let me bring remembrance to your purity and your spirit, let me paint murals across the mountain range of your hometown, the birth of an angel, let me call down to this forsaken land of your radiance, and i will roam the blackened earth to chase your fleeting footprints, and i will starve myself of everything if it means seeing you one last time, and i will bleed out over and over, a million lives of torture, if it meant you would be happy, and my love, i will do anything, anything for you, the second a request leaves those delicate lips, and if you tell me to go, i will go, and write a eulogy to myself too.