My love, You are the Callisto of Jupiter brought down by Zeus himself. You are the the savior when the dark swallows up the sky after hours until the moon becomes full again. You are what people reminds themselves of butterscotch and sweet doves formed by compassion. You are the luminescence of what radiates off of the sun, you my Callisto, are what sinners such as I only hope to be. Hair like water it flows over your face in such a way that intoxicates my being. A smile that reminds me that even I deserve the love that you have taught be capable by such a corrupt past of a being. Skin as soft as silk, mind as intricate as the Milky-way. Eyes that send chills down my core. And a voice of honey. You are timeless. A being of light and blue fire. A galaxy made from Jupiter's faint rings, A bird with the wing span of buildings and the spirit one of an angels. My love, you are the Callisto of Jupiter brought down by Zeus himself.-Star