If you were the drug
then I’d be the addict,
constantly craving
that one more touch.

If you were the moon
then I’d be the tides,
continually changing
in response to you.

If you were the paintbrush
then I’d be the canvas,
ready and waiting
for your strokes to shape me.

If you were the wind
then I’d be the trees,
swaying in the direction
of your beautiful breeze.

If you were the sun
then I’d be alive,
with your warmth
surrounding and enveloping me.

But you're not
the drug
the moon
the paintbrush
the wind
the sun

You're so much more.