Her..

When she looks at me, I lose my sight, My words fall apart in the warmth of her light. Those deep black eyes pull me in tight, I drown in their depth without a fight. When she’s gone, I write at night, Poems about how she shines so bright. She’s sunlight breaking through the white, A quiet glow in the darkest night. She lights a room without a try, Like stars waking up in the sky. I love her flaws, I love her grace, The way soft laughter frames her face. Sometimes I wonder how I could be The one she chose as company. She erases sadness out of sight, And fills my days with something bright.