In your voice, I find my sanctuary,
And in your stories, my home.
Safe in the warmth of your gaze, I rest,
Ecstatic at the sound of your laugh, I roam.
What name shall this feeling claim?
Is it love or infatuation's fleeting flame ?
In your eyes, I see a child's wonder, a woman's strength, a world’s name.
I witness the sadness you've known, the depths you hold, the demons you've bid goodbye.
I see in you a vastness, a thrilling risk, a danger my heart holds dear and nigh.
I see my own shortcomings, the potential hurt I might bring to your tender heart.
I wish words still held the ancient honor, so I could vow, "With me, you're safe from any smart."
I crave you to the point of aching, your touch a constant, yearning art.
My heart aches with tears when someone speaks your name,
Knowing you are near, yet achingly apart.