You are light

and warmth

when my soul is frozen.

You are a symphony of quiet

when my insides

are too loud.

You are peace

in the vortex of chaos

that is life.

You are thunder,

shaking me from

stillness.

You are a brilliant light,

eclipsing the darkness

that enshrouds my heart.

You are not

mine.

You will never be

mine.

But for the time I have you—

for as long as you are with me—

I will count you as mine.

You are a facet of friendship

I never thought to seek—

nor knew I needed.