You are to me
What the stars are to the sky
If my life is a river
You are my eternal flow of Nile
My heart is a garden
And you are its only flower
Forever blooming as if the season was spring
Never to fade even in the harshest of the days
In the cold, rough winds of winter
You are the one who provides my soul the warmth
No constellation or Galaxy ever so bright
The sun is just a mere reflection of your charm