You are my life

You are my breath

You are my body

You are my mind

You are my soul

You are my heart.

You see the subtle beauty of language,

Krishna?

Blessed must be those seers

To create the artistic embellishment in language

Of a metaphor.

You're everything I like.

You're the autumn dew on magnolia petals

You're the light dance of sunshine on a chilly December morn

You're the fragrance of fresh butter that mother churns

You're the ripe blueberry that I cannot reach on a tree.

The subtle difference between

What you are

And what you're not

Is bridged by the metaphor.

You're not everything

But you're everything.

Never thought I'd be grateful to

Metaphors.