Breathe

My slackening jaw,
It aches with awe.
I stare off to space,
Wishing your grace.

Tongue-tied I contemplate,
Summoning my wits too late.
You pass me by to greet another,
And I wish to be them; O’ bother.

Witnessing you stops time,
As Aphrodite looked in her prime.
The outside world seems to blur,
Becoming as if nothing matters to occur.

Growing difficult to think,
Cannot feel hunger or drink.
Just to be around you is fulfilling,
As if I am within nice dreaming.

I look around typically blue,
Then stop, happy, I see you;
Smiles then come to me,
Birthed from the splendor I see.

As you leave so to goes my smile,
Traversing with you mile by mile.
Until once again it can be found,
And I can breathe again, now your not around.

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