Wordless Poem - For My Celtic John

I sit staring out this window,
Watching as Apollo's chariot melts into the horizon,
Setting the sky ablaze in a fiery passion,
But my mind is taken by thoughts of you.

Thoughts I cannot seem to put into words-

You are my wordless poem,
Your lips call me without sound,
Your body moves me without a force,
You eyes make me see anew, but never look,
You make me want, yet give everything,
I desire you like the breeze desires moving through the trees,
I thirst for you,

And Yet!
While you speak endless volumes with your grace,
I cannot put these things into words!
You speak to me, and I am a mute!

You are my siren, driving me upon rocks!
For one, no your-
Song,
The same melody your voice carries courageously into the night,
Lulling me to sleep,
Yet I am silent.

You must think me dumb,
Or deaf, but I am neither.
I am speechless,
And all I have left,
Is a beautiful gift of God taken for granted,
As I try and come up with what has become,
A pitiful wordless poem.

May my life show the words I fail to say,
May you know how I feel everyday,
May I never forget the amazing creature you are,
Not for one moment, or-
Ruin me, for I am not worth the wait,
To have dishonored you would be the most unfortunate fate!
May I bring you happiness and joy,
And serve you,
My Lord,
Every hour, of every day,
Until God render me without breath.