Not a simile...

Any time the sun shines
it's beauty's lost on me,
I only think of how the rays
would play upon you face.

Any time the stars shine,
they pale to your bright eyes.

Every time a bird doth sing
melodies on deaf ears,
your voice it comes to mind.

Everthing reminds me,
yet nothing can compare.

Irreverent to your beauty,
the world continues on.

But I stay here rooted,
held aloft in awe.