Everything You Are To Me

A love poem that borders on the insane and unhealthy

You are my eyes through which I see the world
Without you, everything is a blur and I wonder why I bother to look

You are my ears through which I hear the music and laughter
Without you, I hear only the yelling, the crying, the monotone
And I wish that God had made me deaf

You are my lips with which I smile and sing and joke
Without you, I am coarse
I frown and bite, and wonder why I do not simply hide my face

You hold my hands and I question why I would use my hands for any other purpose
Because your hands in mine are the only thing that feels right

You touch my skin and I cannot think of anything except that I should perhaps be covered all the time I spend away from you
Everything but your fingers touching me may as well feel like spiders or sandpaper

You smile at me and I know now what people think of when they see sunsets and oceans
They both pale in comparison to the beauty I am struck with when I look at you

With you, I feel beautiful
Everything feels beautiful
And you are beautiful to me, you always will be