What You Do to Me

Breathing stops—time stops,

Confronted with absolute beauty,

Words are nonexistent.

A perfect portrait—every detail noted,

A face to make the world unravel,

Never will there be another.

I hear a voice—I hear a chorus,

The theme song to my sorrow,

Tears are not resistant.

One to fight—One to die,

 I would gladly give it all,

Surely there is no other.

There is doubt—there is anxiety,

Words don't seem to be enough,

Surely you must be so distant.

     DannYetmanwww.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com