Words cannot describe what you mean to me.
But I can try.
You are the puff of hopeful wind in the summer heat.

You are the friction between the ****** position.
You are the love in all of the fall kisses.
You are the hope that our generation dismisses.

What are you to me?
You are more than the air I breathe.
You are the life in every cell that makes up my being

You are the fire that gives rebirth.
You are the spring rain, feeding the earth.
You are what I want, no, what I need.

You are a memory.
You are a roaming thought.
You are the whisper in the wind of yesterday.

You are love.