The sun has been your lover,
Caressing you with flecks of gold gilded light.
The moon has been your lover,
Kissing you with soft silvered kisses of lunar light.
The wind has been your lover,
Whispering your name in a constant chant of silent adoration.
The rain has been your lover,
Showering you with liquid crystals of the finest configurations.
And the river of blood in your veins,
A bold declaration of pulsating life,
Flowing in tandem with your beating heart.
How life has loved you my dear,
Though you feel you are just a leaf,
That soon falls with time,
Life keeps loving you.