To be without you would be to have a sky with no sun.
To never hear your voice would be to have a world without color.
To never watch your sweet eyes peering at me,
or marvel at that smile shining on your lips,
would be to live in a world where I couldn't smell blooming flowers,
or taste steaming herbal tea on bone-weary days.
For anything that made me sigh with contentment or smile with joy,
would pale in the absence of you, my love.
I have few things to offer you, but I offer them all gladly.
I will lay everything I am at your feet,
humble gifts at the altar of the divine,
And bow my head to accept your decree.
For anything,
Anything at all from you -
Eyes cast over a distance, a smile, a sigh, a soft touch of word on paper -
Makes this mortal's life an odyssey.