You're the beauty to my beast;
You're the abundance to my least.
You're a sight to behold- for my eyes to feast,
You're the purest prayer to my inner atheist!

You're the salvation to my chains,
You're the cure to my pains;
You're the destination to my unending lanes,
You're the humility to my vain!

You're the perfection to my flaws,
You're the balm to the scratches of my claws;
You're the redemption to my unjust laws-
You're unaware of my being, yet I'm truly yours!

You will never know of my existence,
You will never be the prey to my persistence!
You will be spared of all my obsessions-
And stay aloof to all my confessions.
Because:-
You're the life to my death,
Yet the irony is- I'm the one who still isn't out of breath!