You

You're my land and I'm monarch, You're my lightning in a pitch dark, You're my orchard of various fruit, You're my dress a colored suit. You're my song that I sing, You're the symphony I ring, You're the imagination I dream, You're river and fresh stream. You're the stars that light my night, You're the moon, a guiding sight, You're the canvas for my art, You're the beat within my heart. You're the silence in my peace, You're the comfort in release, You're the colors in my sky, You're the reason I can fly. You're the laughter in my days, You're the sun's warm golden rays, You're the wings that help me soar, You're the waves upon the shore. You're the puzzle's missing piece, You're the comfort that brings me peace, You're the whispers in the breeze, You're the roots of ancient trees. You're the fragrance of a rose, You're the path that my life chose, You're the horizon's endless view, You're my every dream come true. You're the mist in the fog. You're the tone of a melodious song. You're the fragrance after the rain. Your company is profitable gain,  You're my craft, my only skill, You're my practice and only drill, You're the book that has all the characters. You're the landscape that amazes spectators. You're my poem, a poetic muse, With your thoughts I infuse, All the rhymes, color, and pleasure, To read a poem like a treasure.