Unintentional Hurt

Waiting for you at life's door,
I see every work of God's beauty.
Nothing compares to the one I long for,
my love who is walking towards me.

So close I can almost feel your touch.
Completely captivated by your gaze.
As you pass by I feel too much.
All the color drains from its frame.

I should be used to this hurt by now.
Unintentionally ripping me at the seams.
I need to forget, walk away, but how?
When you hold every piece of me.