You are not a page, my love
You're a whole book of poetry,
One I could read to the sun,
As it parts with day,
Adorning the horizon,
With a scarlet dust.

I could read your beauty,
to the stars in the night sky,
As they keep us company,
Across the night.
Or read it to the sworning moon,
As it pieces through our skins,
Illuminating our hearts,
With an undying love.

I could keep you in my heart,
Like a treasure you are,
And wrap you with a blanket
Of bliss, and the light
Of your metaphors and similes,
Dancing like fireflies,
In the night of ethereal beauty.

© Lundi Ncuthu