Love poem

You are my one bright star.
Looking at you is like looking at an Italian car:
No shape exceeds the border,
all things perfectly in order.
As beautiful as exotic,
and like the world’s best animation flic.
Nowhere else to be found.
You, your voice, your sound.
Your body, hair, eyes, your face,
For anybody something just to gaze
at. Forever you’ll be in my heart,
until death does that apart.