She made me feel things

 

I swear, I may not be a poet of love, or perhaps I am, but, Loving you

renders me breathless in the face of mortality.

Now, I comprehend the essence of it all,

Why the sun ascends with its golden grace,

And the moon retreats in silver solace.

I fathom why stars ignite the heavens' stage,

And birds orchestrate their melodious serenade.

I grasp the rhythm of the heart's sweet refrain,

And the whispered ballet of the lungs' life-sustaining dance.

For in loving you, my dear,

I've unearthed the universe's grand design,

A masterpiece painted in the hues of our time.

It's in your eyes, your smile, your very being,

That I find the secret to existence's splendid meaning.