You are my optimum time, my perfect exposure, my key of C.
My dark roasted coffee in the early morning and the taste of sweet red wine at twilight. My favorite book, with its familiar creases and folds, telling me the stories I long to hear over and over again.
The voice in the night that shakes me from my own darkness, the skin that cools my soul when it is burning down and warms my weary heart again.
You are the pianissimo to the fortissimo in my thoughts, the rolling tide to the crashing of my wild heart.
You are the wage I have struggled to earn, the battle I have been fighting, and hands pressed together in treaty, rain on the tin roof of my dreams and the soulfful harmonica keeping time with my acoustic heart.
You are the everything and the always, the never was and has beens wrapped into a promise of forever and missed moments lost for a lifetime.
I am the light shining into your dark waters, beckoning you home.
I am yours.