It was a starry night

I remember 

when I first saw you

sitting by the fire and 

strumming your guitar 

to tunes everyone knew;

you didn't notice me 

as I stared in awe at how

imperfectly, yet perfectly

 your hair fell down your back

I liked it this way,

with the wind warm, 

hitting my face,

my eyes glued on you;

your glance on the sky

you never realised how 

badly I fell for you that night

and everyday after that

right before the sunset today;

when you looked at me, your 

warm hazel eyes like a pool of honey,

I gave in, not able to 

hold on any longer,

and told you the truth,

all I could muster, after 

months of loving you.

"You look... so beautiful"