My Nightingale

My life, in shambles without you. I see your reflections whenever the air tickles me. Can we exchange hearts? Can we echange memories just for a minute to know the thought of you that floods me? Not complete, but exactly that which completes me. Generations to come will say, "This poet is a liar", if I am to put words in describing how infinite you are because, no amount of words fit. I honestly did not know you were going to be this important to me when I first met you. In your eyes, I find the answers to my questions. In your eyes, I can see my dream reflections. On the drifting shores, it was haven when we kissed. I am overwhelmed, for this feeling is new. My Love, my world, my life.