You Are Poem by Steve Woodward

You are the heavens.
And I am a man who watches the stars,
Yet every night
Is too afraid to fly.

You are the seas.
And I am a man who watches every wave,
Yet with every night
Is to afraid to swim.

You are a book.
And I am a man who reads each line,
Yet with each chapter
Is too afraid to turn the page.

You are the air.
And I am a man who is choked of breath,
Yet with every gasp
Is too afraid to breathe.

This is what you are to me.
Or what you are like in words.