My Sky, Your Sky

You retain the smell of dawn.
Built from the Aphrodite, the core idea of beauty.
Came from the ashes of Venus.

You own the sky, my sky.
For you are brighter than any stars.
You are a scarred soul,
 yet the most exquisite in every way.
The most precious. The dazzling one.

I am in love.
And I really want you to know.