What you are to me.

Music I can hear is music to my ear,
But what you are is music to my eye.
For when you are with me, you are my sanity,
Your loving grip slips graciously ’round I.
My words for you can describe you not, 
I really should not bumble like this on,
But I would surely die the day
I turned to find you’d gone.
So I will look you in the eye and say
Just exactly what I feel.
Then you’ll just look back at me and smile
And know that my love for you is real.