Tower

An unexplainable grin stretching from ear to ear,

As your face comes to mind and your voice I hear.

Those all around me unaware of the bliss in my mind,

Building this tower of euphoria of you with all I can find.

Higher and higher the tower grows, up into the skies above,

The bricks are you, your pictures, your laugh and the cement your love.

What other tools would I need to build this tower so pure?

My place of refuge, where I can be safe and from all ailments be cured.