poetry time!

my love is all that i can see

each face the crowd presents to me

is his

each painting that i spy

becomes his portrait

in my eye

my love is all that i can hear

each melody to grace my ear

unwinds

with lyrical delight

as if sung

by my shining knight

my love is all that i can taste

each sip of tea and each fine feast

dissolves

until i only savor

that astounding

perfect

flavor

my love is all that i can scent

each waft of perfume or ferment

arrives

inside this head to swell

my panting brain with

just his smell

my love is all that i can feel

each soft sensation dreamed or real

is he

is he

is he

is he

my love is all that i can be