he is many horizons
he is the sun rise
and set
he is the sun and moon
he is an angel
I've met
he is the rain and fog
he is every puddle
I'd see
he is my past and future
my good and bad but
he is free
he is unchained and
I am not
he is content, able
I am not
he is beauty, perfection
I am not
he is lust and passion
I am not
he is life, every colour of the light
I
am merely alive
and trying hard to stay
for him

he is in love with me
I
am barely learning
to love