My Love, to Me

I wish I could pick just one
Analogy,
Or metaphor,
for you,
But you are always more,
You are the starlight,
The compass,
Guiding me by moonlight,
You are a forgotten song,
That suddenly haunts,
A stroke of déjà vu,
You are,
love,
All these things to me,
I wonder, and I guess,
What am I to you?

Visible Star

Stars flood the sky with light,
Whether we see them individually or not,
The stars shine,
The shooting stars blaze across the sky,
They dazzle our heart and mind,
Even when not visible to the eye