Her

How to describe her when I only have words,
even sung by the sirens - and I hear that this hurts -
they will not be enough, for her beauty is such
that no book on earth could contain as much
as I see when I see her, her hair floating by,
the depth of the sea in her beautiful eye,
the smile of a lifetime, reborn every day,
her step like the wind blowing petals my way.
The touch of the world is in each of her hands
and my life that I lay there for until it ends
because when they feel mine and I look at her face
I know home is a person, it isn't a place.