What hands could never touch

How would one start    
To describe what is you    
There's so much to say    
And my words are so few.    
Maybe I'd begin    
With your ever-longing eyes    
Yearning for life  
For freedom, for the sky.    
Yearning for love    
And for madness inside.  
Anything within grasp    
That makes life feel alright.    
Maybe I'd start    
With your wonderful Soul,    
Constantly longing    
To be out of control,
To be free of chains    
And all that will bind,    
To burn like a fire    
Only fire could fight.    
It doesn't really matter    
With which line I start  
For the true beginning    
Is there inside your Heart.    
That divine vessel    
Containing all that you are,    
Loving and bleeding    
And showing its scars.    
It is there this began    
This admiration of you.    
It is there that I ran    
When no peace came in view.  
Now here I do stand    
Each word bringing truth.
Telling all that care to read    
Of Beauty that is found in you.
I've found it is more    
Than my eyes or hands could ever touch,    
And for all that I've known,    
Before me there yet lies so much.