It Must Be

How do my hours go, within a flash?
How are victories before you, merely a dash?
It must be your voice, that carries me away, on your dream....
Your blinding smile, that doubles as my sun beam.....

How does a second suffocate me, in finding you're not there?
How is it, that you're a minute, a moment & my air?
It must be that my lungs, are in your devine clutches....
That my very existence, relies alone, on your indelible touches.