Why Poem by Megan Thomas

It's the way your eyes shine,
The shape of every line.
It's the curve of your lips,
The venom at the tips.
It's the smell of your skin,
The aroma within.
It's the strength in your arms,
The shield from all harms.
It's the gentleness in your hands,
The love i don't understand.
It's the touch of your fingers,
The silence that lingers.
It's the whispers in my ear,
The reminder of my fear.
It's the words that you say,
The reasons i feel this way.
It's the way my heart has molded,
The corners have been folded.
It's the reason time has frozen,
You are what i have chosen.
It's the hope that i hold,
For the future yet untold