You are

December 17, 2015

You are the ocean that washes away my fears

You are the fire that excites my passions

You are the song that soothes my racing mind

You are the cocoon that shields me from the pain

You are the breeze that lifts my dampened spirits

You are the light I follow home

You are my ocean.

My fire.

My song.

My cocoon.

My breeze.

My light.

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Romantic