This is a poem about you.

This is a poem about you. You, who are soft.

This is a poem about you. You, who are soft. You, who are kind.

In your stare, you hold the sun, shining through morning fog.

In your stare, you hold the sun, shining through morning fog. In your voice, the wind, pushing and pulling into a thunderous roar.

In your stare, you hold the sun, shining through morning fog. In your voice, the wind, pushing and pulling into a thunderous roar. In your touch, a flame, burning and bright.

You, who are soft.

You, who are soft. You, who are kind.

You, who are soft. You, who are kind. You, who are powerful.

This is a poem about you.

This is a poem about you. And you, you're everything.