a love for the stars

I am quick to become ill at the thought of losing you they way you smile, sets stars in my eyes your laughter filling my dim, cluttered kitchen, and my heart the gentleness, shows the respect only known by a son and a brother a single look from you sends my butterflies dancing and the adoration you pour into me, pulls the ground from under my feet leaving me to only want more, with nothing more than to thank my God for you, and to become ill at the thought of ever losing you.