Life is a fleeting sound,
when you're not around,
a life without meaning,
a love without melody,
the tiniest ache in the barest of places.
What can come from this but silence and despair?
Then I see you and smile,
and am filled with light at this reverence,
at this gift offered to me in the form of your lovely countenance.
In you I am bathed anew and I never want to wash you off me.
Your life force is the very air itself and the star to my sun.