Your face resembles moonlight,
But your soul illuminates me.
Even when the sun competes with you,
You are all my eyes can see.

Your words are like poetry,
And your words are like a song.
The nightingales sing every night,
But your song is the only one I long.

Your warmth is a candle,
On a stormy night without light.
Your hug harnesses me,
And your wings give me flight.

You are like the morning sunshine of winter;
The sweetest nectar of a flower.
You are my morning gust of wind,
And my monsoon rain shower.