METAPHORS

If only metaphors were enough to describe you You, my love, are the stars shining brightly. Even when you’re surrounded by complete darkness. You are the stars, every aspect of you glowing in the pitch black room. You, my love, are the ocean. Your depth immeasurable. You, my love, are the colourful flowers, your beauty putting smiles on every face you come across. You, my love, are the candle setting fire to yourself just to light someone else’s path . You, my love, are the most fascinating book, every chapter of your life taking new turns, building curiosity, never letting have enough. You, my love, are the wind. You are the chill breeze on a spring night, but also the storm strong as ever. You, my love, are the Butterfly, finally out of your cocoon of self doubt, spreading your wings ready to add beauty to this world. You, my love, are the infinite universe: galaxies, stars, moons, everything. But you, my love, Are more than merely just metaphors. You, my love, are more.

- Harshita Chhatlani