It’s you.
It is when you touch me.
It is when your hand touches me.
It’s when your kisses hits me.
It is you who makes me sparkle.
You are making the world the place I most love.
It is when you talk to me.
It’s when your words crossed my mind.
It’s when your words whisper in my ears.
It’s your words that makes it sparkle.
You are making the world the place I most love.
It is your gaze when you look at me.
It’s when your look strays my eye.
It’s your eyes that turn me on and sparkle.
You are making the world the place I most love.
It is the taste of you.
It’s when your lips sweetness strays mine.
It’s when your kisses hits me.
It’s your kiss that makes me sparkle.
You are making the world the place I most love.
That is when I can smell you.
It’s when your scent gently strays my nose.
It is when the scent of you hit me.
It smells of you that makes it sparkle.
You make the world into a place I love most.
It is the thought of you.
It’s when your mind strays mine.
It is when your thoughts hit me.
It is our thoughts that make us sparkle.
You make the world into a place I love most.
Quite a remarkable piece of work! My overall impression is that its resonances are strongly reminiscent of,if it’s not a paradox,a secular form of catechism?
Enjoying your poetry very much!