Enamored

Did you know that the night hides itself into your hair? See, that's why it is so dark. Your shimmer, love, swallowed me and I am melting on your tongue of time. You are likewise the womb and the tomb of mine; what else the difference but a letter. Pour your sun inside me and let me rest in your blaze. Place your moon upon my very heart and see how I become one with your nightshade. My fate is a delicate line in the corner of the eyes of yours. You water and make it bloom with the tears of joy, drawing the constellation of stars on your very face. You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.