You were the storm that crashed against me that took the shoreline with it.
The tide that rocked and soothed me.
The wind that had me mourning for the leaves you kissed into autumn.
You were the fire that ignited mine when the darkness took hold.
The sun showers that moved me in streams down my cheeks.
The warmth that breathed life into my core.
My roots grounded.
My heart soaring.
You were the seasons they spoke of.
Ever changing and blooming.
For I thought I was growing you,
when you were growing me too.