If every wish in every love stricken soul was to narrate its story
in wretched helplessness
It would still not speak of the longing in a single simple plea of mine
hoping to see you again tomorrow.
If every butterfly in every forest fluttered its translucent wings
in panic stricken abandon
It could not compete with the manic pounding of my heart
when you merely glance at me
If every sad song in every heart broken world were sung
in heartrending unison
It would still not match the pain that flits across your face
when you are hurting.
If every single star of the ravishingly beautiful night sky
converged and coalesced
It could not contest the light in your luminescent eyes
when you smile for no reason.