Her

Her

I sit and stare into her beautiful eyes,
And I wonder,
Does she know how much she means to me?
I have told her, yes,
But does she truly understand?

Does she understand that every second away from her,
Is like a moment in hell?
Does she truly understand how I feel,
When she ever so gently squeezes my hand?

I sit, and I wonder, and sit some more,
And I think, does she feel the same about me?
What goes through her mind
As we sit and stare into each others eyes?
Does she, like me, feel as if the world stands still?

When I am with her, I can’t help but feel
As if my life is finally,
Finally worth something.
I feel as if I am capable,
Of moving mountains,
And draining the oceans,
All in the name of her.