Blissful Misfortune

My limited and pitiful metaphorical language is incapable of describing the phenomenon that you are. It is inadequate for representing the fantastic dreamlike world of winged creatures, exuberant landscapes and mythical beings that are shown to me by your word and the empire of your starless eyes. I have lost track of the time, writing and composing clumsy expressions of lazy poems that comparing them to others end up being far from masterpieces nor genuine manifestations of love. What can I say