You are a crucible, within you are the ingredients that will coalesce into such wonderful shape and form. I am an unlit pyre aching to burn
Find the spark that will push me to ignite. Feel for the pressure that will force your contents to unite.
You will make forever in your own shape. A fine thing it will be. People will look on your achievement and inundate you with deserved praise. You are more than a glorified stain. You are permanent. You will last.
I am almost nothing. I will blaze for such a short time. Ash and dust and nothing. But, my god, my friend, my love, I have such a gift for you.