My heart. My love.

The rose turns colorless before her presence,
As it drops from the losing of your senses.
You can only stand there as pearls drape the night canvas,
As she stands there with a smile.
Your breath escapes to the night,
as time stands still with the beating of your heart.
You stand there cold,
stirring up words to describe the moment
but her touch simply floods a warmth into your life.
Only a smile is felt by you.