A scenic moment

I tread slowly towards you
Hoping not to break the serenity,
Not to darken any hue,
Never to leave this place in aridity.

Look, and you shall see as I do,
Do not fret and you shall understand,
Stay and never say adieu,
For there is nowhere that is more grand.

Listen to the winds, they whisper
Telling of things in fantasies
And if you may be somewhat somber
The winds shall keep you at ease.

Notice how the dew-they shine
As if they were endeavoring the stars
Yet one as beautiful as mine
Will never be outdone by quasars.

For this world never revolves
It is an eternal exception of languish.
My love, do not avoid silent calls
Or I will excruciatingly perish