You are the gentle whisper which guides me through the night.
You are the promise of new-morning light.
You are green fields wide and warm.
You are my huddled cover through the storm.
You are the golden thread which binds the time.
You are the ephemeral spirit to rule the rhyme.
You are all the subtle movements after rain.
You are the coy smile to fray the pain.
You are the resilient bloom in Autumn snow.
You are the vacant gaze by fires glow.
For all love's (lost) verses be it on the seas or a star.
It is thus, and all within,
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