Written for a prompt: Language/ Words. And every time a prompt relating to language comes up, I always think of Bastian first. Damn that fine bastard.
"You are my sun and my sky. Your hair was spun from the clearest summer morning, the eternal beauty of daylight possessed by just one person. So bright and fair. Like a goddess you give me life and guide my every step on the way to worthiness."
Lucia lazily turned over the page of her book.
"How sad and dark my world would be without you. Your light and goodness spurs me on to become worthy of you. Of your gaze, of your notice, of your love. Your presence gives me strength and, oh, how powerless it makes me not to see you every day. Like a starving man, I yearn for the moment your light grazes my tired eyes again."
She had lost her line again. Sighing through her nose, she threw an admonishing glance at Bastian. He actually noticed and paused his serenading. Drumming on the pages of her book, she waited for him to understand. He held her gaze for a few seconds.
"I love you and I'll miss you," he eventually said, clutching his chest.
Lucia smiled, leaned over to peck Bastian on his lips and returned her attention to her book.