All That is You

When I look upon you,
there is a woman I see,
who is young in appearance,
and wise in thought.
Your soul is pure.

I see the light in your eyes,
the upturn of your lips
when you smile for me.
With all the love you can muster,
Your heart is angelic.

Fingers tracing a line
down the curve of my cheek,
sending static shocks through my body,
in wave after delicious wave.
Your touch is magic.

I can’t help but wrap myself around you,
bathing in this warmth
that is you,
and all you stand for,
Your love is life.

This woman who is
a fantasy in my mind.
And the breath I breathe
in shuddering gasps.
You are my dream.