You are the love of my life.
You are the Sun to my Moon.
You are the stars in my sky.
You are the apple of my eye --
That is an expression that I don't understand.
How can there be apples in eyes?
They can glitter like gemstones, and twinkle in every hue.
However, the apples of your cheeks can be plucked fresh from the tree.
The half-moon of your smile shines through the darkest of nights.
Galaxies bend to the curve of your face, and the voices of gods whisper their secrets in only your ears.
Your hands hold my universe.
What I feel in your eyes is the warmth of a cup of coffee on a Sunday morning.
I see a depth that rivals the sea.
I feel the comfort that my father gave me in the form of a square of chocolate...
for the sake of an old well-loved saying...
In the orchard in your irises, I hope to be a single apple.