The magic dust

There's mystery that company does not see.
And in the subject of metaphors;
such plain delight.
But in such shinning sea:
I never thought was possible?
Tanya -
how you've captured my heart.
Dearest heaven in skylit night,
perhaps even the stars!
That her beauty holds itself
I carry.
That the heavens have been lit
for a few pale moments.
And we grow closer together to find
each other here.
I have no idea where to look next.