You Are Untitled

You are my heart,
My love,
My sunshine.

You are the being
That brings love to my soul.

You are my struggle,
My pain,
My heartbreak.

You are the being
That sheared my soul.

You are my opening,
My release,
My pusher.

You are the being
That forced me to rise.

You are Love.
You are Light.
You are Wealth.

You are the being
That stands alone.

Yet… One day

May our paths collide;
May the universe guide;
May our souls meet again.


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