You are the center of the universe. You've placed the moon and stars perfectly, but, if I were to ask, you would pull them down for me.
You, who invented Kitchen Dancing.
You cry in grief with me.
You love babies with me.
You are the pilot of my magic carpet, taking me places I never knew I longed to go.
You created for me the sights and sounds of the ocean.
You love me, imperfect as I am.
You stand between me and the darkness. With you, I am worthy.
Your soul is my soul. My soul is yours.