You flow in my veins, Rustle in the air that I breathe, But not the only reason to wake up. You are a part of how I carry myself, The way I treat people, But not my only root. You are the color that paints me, The light that lights my crevices, But not the only greens of my tree. You are my deepest yearning, Your eyes, my gaze would ease into, But not my only destination.