You are my fire my forever flame, my match, flare, and muse. I am your picture and you are my frame, in the fair blue skies of June. you are my fall September rain and my high summer moon and I am your brightest sun who sits tall at noon. Like thunder and lightning this love stays spun beyond the old oaks grow, and when the rivers don't run. as night needs day our love will stay as it's only just begun.