This Miracle

When I look at him my lungs stop breathing,
When I see him smile, my heart stops dead.
I hold him and my mind starts singing,
I kiss him and I see the darkest red.

You would not understand what I feel now,
Because not even I can describe it.
I attempt to see why, but I don’t know how.
I’m a brick wall, crumbling bit by bit.

I beg for that feeling to disappear,
Though I’m addicted to its foreignity.
I wish that when I listen, I would not hear,
The voice which sends me to serenity.

When I label this miracle from above,
I can’t help but think of that one word; love.