As I sit, there is a liquid of emotion;
it flows around me from the noise.

Somber to joy;
sorrow to hope;
melancholy to acceptance.
You open me up to it –
you introduce me to warmer endings.

But where did it begin?
Where will it take me?
I am not of a similar face,
of similar voice,
of similar people.
I am me – and you allow it to be.

I accept your generous enlightenment,
for I am keen to steal it.
You smile at me and gladly allow my thievery,
for you know no ending.

My love;
my beginning;
the thread of my being –
it is now all romantic with you.