What shall I do...
but to love you?
My world is you and you, my world
and all I see is the roundness of your hips,
your thighs, your eyes
and all I desire
my longing, my sleepless nights
my every passion, my every pain.
People always imagine that a world in which a person's entire meaning can be captured by another person's existence is this kind of romantic fantasy. To be honest, it is unhealthy, and the expression of a small mind. But let me be clear here: when you can find the world in another person, that's a different story.