You are the dark of night,
You are the light of day,

You are the mist that drifts upon the wind, silver against the azure sky.

You are the rose-stained cloud at sunrise
And the bloodstained clouds at sunset.

You are the leaves to the trees
And the ripples of the water...

You are the lustre in a gem,
As you are the melody to music.

You are the rising moon in twilight
And the millions of stars winking down at midnight.

You are the reflection in the mirror, love.

You are the earl morning haze in spring
And the sweet smelling dew, trembling upon red leaves, in the autumn.

You are the heat to the fire
And the cold to the ice.

You are the love to desire, and you are
The desire to love.

You are the salt in the tears I cry from missing you,
And the shine that remains in my eye for hours afterwards.

You are the crimson of blood
And the indigo of water.

You are the beat to a drum,
and the drum to your beat.

You are the spray of the light-white waves as they come crashing over the
rocks of time.

You are the blade to the sword of All-Things-Passing... You cut, and blood
was spilled.

You are the jingle of quarters in one's pocket, jangling their pleas to be
spent.

You are the joy of weekends...
You are the thrill of a roller coaster.

You are the pinnacle of life

And you are the substance of all dreams.


You, my darling, are life.
 
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