Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken

Poem 4 ( As always, you.)

What thoughts trouble my sleep?
What dreams haunt my rest?
Whose lips I long to kiss?
Whose arms do I run to?
Whose name do I mumble in my sleep?
To whom I belong to?
Whose eyes do I stare at?
To whom would I kneel before?
Who do I love?
It is you, my love
You with the golden soul
Brown eyes
And a mood like a storm