I Saw The Sky In You, What Did You See In Me?

Thanks to my weeping eyes
drenched baby bluebirds
headfirst for south.
Petrarch seems to have stolen my words;
don't let them escape the edge of my mouth.

My brain is but a petty commander,
and these limbs no longer pay attention,
but to catch sight of your eyes' every detail
oh dearest, was never my intention
or to love them more with every inhale.