Of All The People To Love
People find sanctuary in material things
like money or objects that remain
temporary.
My sanctuary though, is in his smile
or his eyes that are
patterned
like a kalioscope.
His words are like music.
The way he looks not just at me, but my soul,
it kills me
then revives me.
Does he know how badly I want to love him,
but can't
in the arms of another?