Living up to your name

I would say you are hotter than a thousand suns.
But that's not enough: it's more like a thousand and one

I would call you a rose, but a rose is only pretty
Standing next to you, a rose looks downright shitty.

If you are a rose, as pink as the morning
I'll prick you then, because you make me thorny.

I would show you the moon, but I'd get arrested.
Yet you shine in the night like the lamp at my bedstead.

But what do I call you, the light of my life?
Without whom I would be buried in strife.
Without whom my heart would beat its last beat.
Without whom my hell I would very soon meet.

I'll call you your name, if it's all just the same.
It's a name that suits you, just like I do.
It's a name that you've earned, you for whom I have yearned.
In the end, it's the only thing I can call you, my friend.

Joy.