The ocean syndrome

And she looks at him
like the world began
inside the depths of his eyes
like with him and no air -
she’d survive
Like when God made the world and said
"Let there be light," he appeared
And the ring is the tie she would bind
to keep fingers on hands intertwined
Every moment without him, a piece of her dies . . .
Cause she don’t just love him, or need him -
she breathes him
She don’t just adore him
she absorbs him - moisture unto dry skin
Can’t tell where he ends and she begins
Is with her man, until the end
In love so deep, she’s drowned in it.