Sunlight is the beautiful language,

That I can no longer translate,

A golden canvas, forever unseen,

A whispered serenade.

But in your laughter's melody, a world unfurls,

Vibrant and unafraid.

Your touch, a poem for my fingertips,

Speaks of warmth, of kindness, a whispered rhyme.

The closest thing to sunshine I will ever need.

The curve of your cheek, a comforting cliff,

A haven I find in the vastness of time.

A thousand questions bloom, in the darkness of my mind,

A yearning to see the face that holds my heart.

But love, I have learned,

Paints a different hue,

Soft brush strokes upon the heart,

A masterpiece crafted from a different art.

A beauty that the human eye could never fathom.

I listen closely to the language we create,

For in your embrace, an entire world is found,

Love's beauty is unveiled, revealing the ties,

That bind us together through it all.

And in my heart, I know that even with site, love is blind,

A divine tactile masterpiece,

For love resides not in what the eye beholds,

But in the beautifully bittersweet moments,

That forever define us all.