That

Your voice. words on your lips.
Lost into the summer haze.
But you are not that.

Your hand, soft gentle touch.
Lost in the winter snow.
But you can never be that.

Your eye, an alluring haven.
Lost in the autumn rain.
But you will never choose that.

Your soul.
For what nature can not describe.
But you will never love that.

For as I am that.
All I can say.
I am just sorry that I love you so.