You are not the blinding sun but the gentle moon. You are not a raging brush fire but a warm hearth. You are the home in which I rest my weary head. You are the music in the forrest and the dancing in the meadow. You are the eye of the storm and the wisp leading me when I'm lost. Who are you that weilds such magic? Who are you to be able to silence my demons or to bring light into my world? You chase away my woes and grant me serenity. You are my miracle and my strength. You are my desire in more than just a word or gaze. Well at least you were. You were all this and so much more.