What You Mean To Me

You mean more to me,
That the sun high in the sky,
Or the smell of burning leaves,
Even the sound of the wind.

You are perfect in my eyes,
Your trouble causing smile,
And the way you hold me close,
And listen to my heartbeat.

I love the way,
You can make me smile,
And cry from happiness,
And the way you listen to me.

I hate the way,
I depend on you to make me grin,
And the way you seem too perfect,
I don't think I deserve you.

I love the way your my soul-mate,
That God created you for me,
And how he made us match,
And the way our bodies seem to twine.

And as I lay here in your arms,
And stare into the sky,
And I think of the reasons I love you,
And I realize this is why...

~This is about Chris, my soul-mate~