You

The stars in the night sky

Hold no allure for me,

For I could lose myself

In the ones in your eyes.

The caress of the wind

Is devoid of all meaning,

For it is your touch

Which brings meaning.

Trees whisper sweet stories

Yet they perish into nothing,

For it is your words

Which are saccharine.

Time itself, sits down

To tell me a new tale,

But all I wish for

Is an old one from you.

I may have the world

At my fingertips,

But it still isn't worth

As much as a moment with you.