What he means to me

His eyes full of fire

And his voice deep and soft.

A touch; warm and safe.

Security in his arms.

Harsh words,

Piercing glance,

But his smile so perfect,

My heart melts.

My eyes full of pain,

He knows just what to say,

Does heaven exist?

I'm already there.

I see him the way no one else can,

Insecure, vulnerable.

So delicate and innocent,

The side I love the most.

Deep in his eyes of furnace

lies the truth,

Consumed with obsession,

shrouded in mystery.

I sit here alone,

cold and afraid,

to reach out to him.

What I wouldn't give.

A tortured soul am I,

without him by my side.

His warm breath on my neck,

and his arms wrapped around me.

I need him here,

he completes my life.

What he means to me,

most important of all,

more than all the world.