You are to me what stars are for the night. You are to me what colors are for a painter. You are to me what rain is for the clouds. You are to me what tea is to biscuits. You are to me what waiting is for a lover. You are to me what words are for a writer. You are to me what a cool breeze is for birds. You are to me what flowers are for butterflies. You are to me what love is for a heartbroken. You are to me what the universe is for the soul.
