Your World to Mine

Your world
created mine

Your leaf
Became my vine

Your rainbow
Leads to my pot of gold

But your selfish heart
Made mine cold

The needle you thread
Became my scarf

Your calm fire
Inside my hearth

I planted my heart
But you made it grow

Often you whispered;
"How I love you so."

Your eyes gazed
Intently into mine

That is what brought
Your world to mine