Wednesday, May 27, 2015

What Is This?

Why do you fill my every waking breath?
   My heart just wants to hug you till we merge.
Your smile makes me think I can conquer death.
   A life without you in it is a dirge.
How is it that you see what I am blind to?
   The self I hide beneath my turtle shell—
My flaws, which you are never less than kind to—
   My worth, which your worth rates too high to sell.
Why do my thoughts turn to divinity
   When your soul speaks in everything you say?
Who are you to show me a better me
   And make me want to be him every day?
      What joy have you made me the victim of?
      Who am I to deny it?  This is love.


Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells


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