you are

You Are My Candle Flame…
You ignite my soul, and allow me to melt
Under your influence, like the clear pearl white
Wax of a church’s candle. Your body, mind
And soul, dances in my eyes, so gracefully, so
Benevolently, giving me heat, giving me the
Refinement of light, standing for hope and
Assistance through dark times.

You Are My Feathers…
You cover my sensitive flesh, my emotion
And sheath me with beauty. Like the elegant
White feathers of doves that allows me to sore.
Or the lovely feathers of a swan, that dress my
Soul so magnificently, and allowing to float
Along the lake of despair that world brings.

You Are My Cool August Breeze…
You give me a small burst of wind,
When the heat of sorrow glare down on
Me like the summer sun. You give me a
Reason to smile, as you lift my soul, as if
A wind blows and throws my clothing up off
My flesh, against the air, rippling in exultation.

You are my Tissue…
Soft, and fragile, yet so helpful
To me, when I can’t breathe, and troubles
Block me from living. Sensitive, yet durable,
Powerful and independent, you work as
On person to wipe away all my troubles.
And though you may come with many alike,
You are the one unique one that gets the job done.

You are…Not Real.
You’re what I wish…What I want to have,
What nobody can be for me, but what
People constantly promise. You don’t
Existence, but a dream in my mind, a
Person that belong by my side, but I
Haven’t found…I swear I feel you near
Me, I feel you in my stomach, I hear you
When you whisper to me…But it’s so faint in
My ears, I just can’t figure out, who you are…