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You are so sweet.
Your lack of flavor and taste,
The savory scent of maple and honey,
The absence is what makes you sweet.

Warm, you are warmth.
A brightness in a trail of blindness,
The flame that ignites the light,
I am the moth careless, drawn to burn.

Strength is what you are.
Force that pushes the earth towards the sun,
Earth that holds the endless oceans and seas,
Cupping the waters in your resilient hands.

You are shelter.
The trees that gives shade,
Leaves and wind making symphonies,
Lulling me to slumber of safety.