Except

I know not when, nor where, nor why,
Except that I love you.
The reason for heart racing, veins pulsing,
Eyes watering, membranes bleeding,
Brain freezing, lips trembling,
Skin goose-pimpling, feet tripping,
Is you.
Roses have no beauty,
Water quenches no thirst,
There is no air; no breath,
Nothing abounds and excitement is dead,
Unless there’s you.
The sweetest sonnet is written by the daft,
Music is made of a single shattering treble,
Juicy kisses are meaningless,
The taste of me is sour,
Until you come along.
The earth is dry,
Food is bitter,
The sun doesn’t shine,
All is waste,
Except that I love you.