My Love

a poem by Gladson

Do not take your smile from me;
For it would disable me;

Do not turn your face from me;
For I will become dry and die;

Do not take your hands off me;
For I will stumble and fall;

Do not turn your ears from me;
For my words will become meaningless;

Do not withdraw your touch from me;
For I will become insensitive;

Do not stop talking to me;
For I would become numb and weak;

Do not take your eyes off me;
For I would disintegrate and disappear;

For you are my life, my love, my dream,
My breath and in you I live, I cherish and survive.

You be my eyes and I can See wonders;
And avoid many unwanted blunders;

You be my ears and I will be cherished,
Always hearing the truth and nourished;

Without you I have to find myself lost,
In this world which cares the least;
For people who search for love.

So come to me… be my dream… hold me close…
This is my humble prayer, for now and ever.