You Are

January 30, 2011
You are my butterfly with matching
vivid beauty on both eyes.
You are my firefly whom always lights up my night.
You are my freshly cut trees, whose stumps
like your eyes are round rings of colorful
bright rounds of brown. So beautiful and deep
that if you ever breathe your carbon into me,
I could take my death at the scene. Knowing
my life has been complete.
because of you,
I am me.
and every night I look up to the heavens,
knowing, that I’ll see your beauty
in the vast glow of the starlight.

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