My Everything

His eyes are the means that make me stronger.

His heartbeat is the song that puts me to sleep.

His voice is the instrument that appeases my soul.

His kiss is the touch that permits me to breathe.  

His lips are irresistible influences that calm me down.

His words are what prove I’m his.

His love is devotion that maintains my continuation.

 

Reviews

[Mark]

I don't know why, but it's always troubled me when I hear of a young woman so utterly engrossed in a man, submerging her whole identity into his. Seems too great a responsibility to live up to--wonder if that's why men so callously flee the arms of one lover for those of another, and why women are so decimated when they do?