To me you are the blood that keeps our bodies
running,
our hearts beating
and our heads thinking.
To me you are the changing of seasons;
with their every drop and their every leaf that grows old
finding and intertwining (upon) so many paths
to where the wind might ever take them.

To me you are the sun,
blinding my sight when there was only
the dimly lit night I was staring into.
Together,
we are the river that flows casually into the sea,
as effortless and
natural like that.