Smudge the charcoal with fingertips
which tremble at the touch of you
and try to make it just as smooth.
Art from cinders crushed to gold,
a valoured tone of heart and soul.
Rose by rose and star by star,
words defining what you are.
But how to put it on a page,
what you seem to be to me?

You are stars,
and all the sky,
the light of sun and moon
mixing the world in bloom
so it’s always bright for me.

You are life,
you are it all,
you are my summer and my fall.
You are the day and the night,
you’re always there for me.

You are me,
you are everything.
The way I laugh, the way I breathe,
the way I see the world
which is what you are to me.

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