You are the pencil to my paper,
the only hope of a wager,
You were hard work to my labour
And the only thing that dint need taper,
The music to my lyrics,
The sun to my day,
The heart in my ribs
And blood in my veins,
yes you are the sweetness to my honey,
the flavour in the salt,
the water to my thirst,
the food to a starved,
the sparkle in my eyes,
The writer of my laws,
the colour to my painting,
and the blade to my saw,
The sourness of lemons,
the birterness of caffeine,
The air to my breath
And the soul to my body,
You are the poem to a poet
And life to me..