You can be the whim The lucky guess I take that leads to the right path You can be the drive The force that pushes me to finish the task You can be the will The magnet in me that attracts to your needs You can be the goodness The flavor and taste of the sweets on which I feed You can be the seed The inception from which I sprout my dreams You can bet he muse The plume that moves and expresses my moods You can be the splint The brace that mends my concentrations break You can be the shore The wave of ****** that leaves me drowned in your wake You can be the home The Four walls and roof that shelter You can be the fabric The hemmed time that holds the space we share together You can be the earth The ground that is firms that steady my pace You can be just you The all of the above that took my breath away.