You are,
my anticipation,
my source of life,
the breath in my body,
my hope in the past, present and future,
the one that dispels all fears,
my release and sanctuary,
the source of all the magic in my world,
my sole.


You make me,
want everything and need nothing,
impulsive to the point of decadence,
challenge my thoughts and ideals,
keep me safe by being with me,
fly and be free with my emotions,
more complete than myself.

(c) 16th August 1998 19:36, Fnagaton.