endless metaphor

you are the summer, the rain
the blanket in the cold,
the sea and the salt,
the sepia-colored leaves,
the scent of flowers in spring.

you are my chrysalis,
but also the blowing wind,
the colors of my wings,
the dewdrops sweet,
the waiting tulips.

you are my sighs,
the answer of my why's
you are my heartbeat,
the air that I breathe,
the one that I miss,
the lover I long to kiss...