Her smile, a relic
Her eyes, an artifact
Her gaze the healing my soul needs
Id rest in the bosoms of her warmth
Till Im reborn anew
The only meaning of life I have is you
And yes that meaning is true
Her soft sweet voice calls out to me
I bask in the sight of her beauty
To get to her I’d ascend a thousand realms
I pray her smile never fades
Her heart never breaks
And her love never fails
She deserves happiness, hence the purpose for my existence
If my presence brings her pain then I shall cease to exist
~BLOOMINGDALE