you, to me are
warm hot cocoa
and staring deep
into a flickering fire
you, to me are
drops of rain that bring
cool serenity to my
hair and skin and bone.
you, to me are
beams of sun that
soak me to the core
and fill me with
hope for another day.
you, to me
is not as i to you.
what good is it if
i compare these thoughts for you?
no, i can't help you see.
i can't help you breathe.
i can't help you think.
i am empty space.
i am writer's block.
i am confusion.
i am really no help and
no good at all.
you, to me are
warmth and
serenity and
hope -
and i for you,
would do anything.