You are a celestial being, composed of only what the solar system has to offer and so much more.
I am perplexed by your beauty.
If asked to describe your beauty in words that would make even a blind man see you, I would deny that request and point them in the direction of another star-struck fool.
(There no words held upon the pages of the finest dictionary that can begin to describe you and the emotions I feel when graced with your presence.)
My heart threatens to tear at the very seams when I catch mention of you, and the only sound myself and anyone can hear is that of my beating organ composed of flesh and blood (and emotions in a pure metaphorical sense) knocking desperately at my ribs, perhaps seeking an entrance to another plane of existence.
You shine with a light that is far older than I will ever dare to be in any lifetime.
And I am just a fool enamoured with a being that is not human.