You: The Essence of Existence

I wonder how it is,
To be so filled with life,
That the sun makes a home of your lips,
And fills the world with warmth every time you smile.

I wonder how it is,
To be so incredibly alive,
That the night seems to reside in the pitch black of your hair,
And the stars sparkle every time the lights hit the strands.

I wonder how it is,
To feel so deeply,
That the tides rise and fall in your eyes,
And emotions drown in that blue.

I wonder how it is,
To glow so brightly,
That you become the envy of even the prettiest flowers,
And blush a color they could only hope to be.

I wonder how it is,
To have a presence so refreshing,
That your every breath,
Feels like a mountain breeze.

I wonder how it is,
To be a soul with so much depth,
That petrichor abandons the rain,
And chases your existence instead.

I wonder how it is,
To have a voice,
That flows so mellifluously,
The birds hesitate to sing out of shame. 

I wonder how it is,
To encapsulate beauty in such a way,
That an artist would lose hope in capturing,
His colors seeming too bland.

I wonder how it is,
To be such that a truth,
That historians could never truly understand,
A natural museum.

An ordinary man such as myself,
Could only ever be gratefully beholden,
To witness the miracle,
That has taken your form.