You speak of miracles and how the Sun radiates through him. How his skin is an anthology of love poems, each touch a stanza of eternal affection. His bones wrapped in honey, sweet and golden, a testament to the warmth he carries. His heart, an ocean, vast and profound, holding depths of emotions that ripple endlessly.

And what of me, if he is the Sun? My body is the moon, reflecting his light, a silvery glow that dances in the night. My skin is a canvas of whispers, each caress a secret written in the language of the stars. My bones are laced with dreams, delicate and ethereal, a lattice of hope and longing.

I am the tide, drawn to his ocean heart, ebbing and flowing with the rhythm of his pulse. In his presence, I become a constellation, shining brightly in his warmth, a galaxy of love and light. If he is the Sun, then I am the night sky, vast and infinite, illuminated by the brilliance of his existence. Together, we create a cosmos of miracles and wonders, a symphony of celestial love. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer