Your skin is like a drug to me when you touch my skin.
Your body, like a wall for me to lean against when I'm tired.
Your face is a relief when the anxiety sits on me like a weight.
Your voice is soothing and sweet in a world of noise and chaos.
Your soul is my soul's mate and that which I did search for all of my youth, that I found you so young is a gift.
I love you, feel you, taste you, breathe you.
My heart is not mine anymore;