Read Poem: HOW SHE MOVES ME by Terry Smith

I tried to explain my feelings
but how do you explain a sunrise
to a blind man
or the call of a whip-poor-will
to someone who’s ears
refuse sound
that when I hold you
I feel as if I have regained
something I had lost
long ago
that one smile from you
washes away even the worst of days
your every breath
is like music
& your very existence in my life
is nothing short of a miracle