Your reflection is in every surface, in all rivers quaint and in every raindrop that by me flew. Your smell is bestowed upon all flowers and in the misty morning dew.
The sound of your heart is in everything that moves, your breath in every gentle summers haze. Your warmth is in the sun and your eyes in the stars gaze.
Whatever I sense and do, is all filled with the beauty that is you.
Should you fade or go away, my world would crumble to dust.
Layer upon layer of reddish rust.
Yet, still, you'll be in my heart - in the one place that cannot be torn apart.
Such is the being of all things. Bound to my angels fragile wings.
