Weak, like the sun on an early November morning.
Warming only the fluttering butterflies wings, eyelashes.

Strong, like the whispering winds.
Pulling coat tails and hair, breathless.

Fragile, like the rain that cuts through the sky.
Beating an icy cold pattern, tears.

Unyielding, like the snow topped mountains.
Camouflaging cold breaths, thighs.

Looping, like the ring around a lovers finger.
Ever entwined, love.

You are all these things.
You are much more than I can give.
You deserve to shine and sing.
You give me a reason to live.

Isn't it crazy how through pain, we learn our deepest lessons? We learn ourselves...Yes we create water through our eyes...yet we use that to quench our own roots. We blossom to such beautiful distinct flowers