The light

I see his face and its all perfect.
Hazel eyes set deep in his face, caramel skin.
He stares with a strong passion into my soul.
The light of his love brightens up my charcoal heart.
He is the sunshine that chases away the shadows in my mind.
It is so dark, cold without him.
He is bright.
He is warm.
He is a flashlight that guides me home...
a candle that burns away the cobwebs draping over my broken heart. I sit alone in the rain then i feel him grab my hand and pull me up.
So soft.
His touch is like a ray of sunshine being sent from heaven to break through the storm clouds that dampen my spirit.
Sometimes my eyes hurt if i look at him too long.
Sometimes i get scared that his light is too bright for my life.