You are like a star in my life, my love. You are and have been the underlier this whole time without me necessarily even know of your presence.
For surely the dark clouds will come in and surely the city lights will seem to shine brighter and mar your beauty and even maybe make me question your existence, but you are always there. Your love and your presence have always been there. You are beautiful in ways I cannot describe, I'm almost afraid of realizing your full beauty, because I then wold realize how much more painful it would be if I were to ever lose you.
An onlooker, when they see you may just see another face in the crowd; another star in the midst of millions that seem to be exactly the same, but you are mine, and I am so incredibly grateful that you are mine.