Fairytale Love

When I am in silence,
I am thinking about the one
for whom beautiful is a word not enough to describe.
All miracles have been seen except the sunset
that leaves its presence irreplaceable.
A wonder always crosses my mind
as to why the stars never fall out to kiss you
because they shine brighter than the sun on you.
I bet the moon is sad when you stand in it
for then, no one can call it fair
as your smile is as precious as a pearl
but abundant as sunlight in the day.
Not that I am a liar, but the sun wouldn't dare pass
without letting your face grace its rays more