Your voice, when you first
called out my name
and every time after that.
–the most beautiful song in the world.
how it shines like the rays
of the magnificent sun—my sun.
Your hands, the warmth
of your touch, from the accidental brushes
to that tight grip that speak of
Your eyes, how those black pearls always
seem to pierce through me, my soul, that
I always had to look down,
look away, scared
that it may be able to see.