A warm red fire burning through the crystal rain,
A cold blue chill for the burning summer pain.
A glowing light at the darkest hour,
A dark break from the sun's shower.
The soothing feel of tea,
That's what you are to me.
A hopeless thought that calms the mind's unruly game of tennis,
A panicked feeing in the worlds calmest menace.
A full heart in a world of shards,
A broken promise to keep the cards.
The glimpse of magic in the deepest sea,
This is what you are to me.
A shimmering crystal in the darkest cave,
A dark cave to hide from the blinding rave.
A glimmering snow after a hot summer,
A flower after a long harsh winter bummer.
The sweetest honey from a bee,
Is what you are to me.
