For you

You are the spring to my winter

You are the tears that I drop

You are the builder of my blocks

You are the rain to my crops

You have light that shines

You have energy that supplies

You have solutions that repair

You have power to make me sigh

I am the fool that runs in circles

I am the cube with no sides

I am the story with no plot

I am the one whom you excite

I am the lost without direction

I am the expense with no service

I am the story you've forgotten

I am the clown in your circus

You are the diamond in the mine

I am the one who worships your shrine

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