Your first lover?
My moon.
Your second lover?
My sun.
Your husband?  
My depth of despair.  
Your children?  
My world.  
Your family?
My stars.
You friends?
My growth.  
And you?
Myself.
     Why is he your moon?
He is my sweet caress of night.
Why is he your sun?
He is the blaze upon my skin.
Why is he your despair?
For there is no love anymore.  
Why are they your world?  
For I am nothing without them.
Why are they your stars?
For they look down upon me encouragingly.  
Why are they your growth?  
Without them my world would not survive.  Why are you yourself?  
Who else am I supposed to be?