For My Everything

-fits the card into the leather box, ::My beauty one of the things I do not miss anymore is the sunset, you are my sunset, sunrise my everything, I hope this prose tells you what is within my heart Yours, Roman

sunsets and you

Sunsets are not a rare commodity
they come and go every night
so i compare you not to a sunset
for you come once in a life
your beauty surpases the colors of the sky
painted anew each night by angels on high
for god himself has sculpted you
he made it so your only seen by few
and you do not hide from the moon
as all the sunsets do
rather you shine bright under its silver light
and you dance all night
you do far more than any sunset would
more breathtaking than any sunset could
sunsets have moved and inspired all man kind since forever
but you move me each moment, to a love that sunsets could never
-Daniel Cook::-

via Salome Agrippa ‎*going through some work on my own desk, I barely glance up when my assistant comes in and places the box on my desk, her eyes somewhat envious even as she smiled. Arching a brow, I wave her away and settle back to open this present, a soft gasp escaping at the beauty of the necklace inside. By the Blood of Lilith herself..this was exquisite. How did he always know the right thing to do or say? The littlest, warmest thing to melt the ice I'd let layer me over the years? Reading the prose of his note, I can't help but be warmed. Me. I was a statue and yet he, Roman, The Guardian, always found a way to crack the marble that formed my very being*