More Than You

I notice nothing more than you.
Your trembling hand like homework.
Your thoughts bleeding into my past.
Tiny wisps of faith singe your soul.
I believe the bombs tore your shell that night and kept.
When I see the reasons behind thinking, everything separates.
When nothing shines yet you.
Words cling to my lips as if unmanmade.
My pen can't specify any such glow.
But my soul knows.
Expression is a personal charm.
A pebble cannot nor would not pinch it's depth.
Snow would not drop it's stinging crystalite.
Yet, as marvelous as my writing heart scribbles my soul.
I notice nothing more than this.
More than you.