The Things You Do.

The slightest touch from you and the world is perfect. A single glance and I skip a beat. Without a thought you stole my heart, melted my soul and made them your own, somehow fixing the holes and tears I’d worn into them. As I suspected you tore me apart, but only to bury yourself deeper into me, before repairing everything you’d broken and more.
You sing to me silent lullabies through your eyes, whisper to me with your fingertips and all I can do is become hypnotised by the depths of darkness and shudder at the warmth of your caress.
You remain that river, sweeping through and forcing the rocks and earth to bow at your every whim, but now the current allows me to be carried along, protecting me from the jagged edges of life.
Though still unaware of all the emotion you command of me, everything you could ask, you understand at least a little better. Understand that you are everything; the world for me at least revolves around you.
Your eyes still pierce through me, but now I feel you see me, the whole of me.