You

I don't think you understand how deep my love runs for you... On a grey day, I would stand on the clouds with a brush, and paint the skies blue... I would blow on the sun to strike kindling to fire, to keep you warm on those cold, winter days... I would steal, kill, and lie... I would even die, for you to give me one loving gaze... You are my church... You are my heart... You are all that I need... You are my illusions and disparaging delusions... You are the envy of my greed...