a sonnet for cas (best girl)

[heonynchans]

Your locks of hair resembles shooting stars.

There lies a constellation in your eyes.

As bright and big as Northern stars, they are

The brightest of the lights, my pretty sky.

 

Your voice feels like a drop of rain that stays

A rhythmic tap outside my window, now

The stars above have come to Earth, and they

Have landed right in front of me somehow.

 

I wonder if you feel the same, and I,

I wonder if I’m in your thoughts at night,

In ways my words can’t ever dare describe

My beating heart belongs to you, moonlight.

 

The rain spills through, my heart runs out of words,

Would you allow me to continue, love?