Here in the open my body I lay
gazing upon somber tumult of gray
clouds in spectacular ashen display

I pity them giants, they are likened with sadness
little do people know that they cry out of gladness

they dance out of mirth
tranquil downpour to the earth

I pity them giants, people only notice the stroke of sunlight
in their abate

they rejoice to know that thereafter a rainbow will follow
the end of their woe

I pity them giants, they are remembered for their might
not for the serenity and vivacity they provide

I pity them giants
for they are destined to fall
to fragment into droplets
to lose life to give life for all.

in the open they start to fall.

I treasure every morning
with us lounging in the terrace
limbs intertwined under a blanket
your warmth is my warmth

i treasure the taste of coffee
shared with every kiss
i always preferred mine decaf because cheesy it may be
your smile is already enough to wake me

i treasure life
for if not for it
there would never be an I
to love such a wonderful you

i treasure you
every curve, every feature
even those that are rough around the edges
because even real diamonds are never perfect.