Meal Poem by Sam Smith

How can I tell you how I feel?
My love for you is like a wheel.
It spins and spins without stop,
My mind becomes dizzy like a top.

That smile that takes way,
All the Sins I commit today.
Those hands that make my Blood boil,
And purifies my thoughts, that feel like oil.

Your eyes that make my soul mend,
That causes my heart to beat without end.
I Hope this explains somewhat, that I feel,
And makes you not see me as a meal.