Finding your meaning

I dislike the presence of you, It ruins my view. I dislike your voice, It weakens my joints. You're a distraction, To my world that's almost a perfection. But that doesn't matter, Because you're still the word I love to utter. A melody I refuse to listen, But can't help to be lost in the rhythm. I love your scent, A pleasant aroma I can't resent. Those veiny hands you have, Is a luxury I can't have. But amidst these things, You're still the one my mind rings.