Everything

My love, she is everything to me, even when I shy away. She is perfect in every aspect, to such a point that I doubt my worth next to her. She cheers me up when I'm sad and I need it, to which I'm more then glad to return in anyway possible. The level of pleasure is unstatable when I'm with her or know she's well and happy, sadness plagues me when she's in pain. Her mind shapes my world, as she is everything to me, and I'm perfectly fine with that.