You are woven out of white nights and distant mists.

You are winter sea and its angry waves bringing rain and unnecessary thoughts.

You are forest lake and first sun lights reflected in it.

You are forgotten music, patchwork quilt of stranger's melodies.

You are the sound of rain drops, entangling in foliage and reminding your voice.

You are journey in outlandish places.

You are collection of the most precious dreams that you forget when you wake up.

You are harmony and my personal utopia. 

You are dimpled smile.

You are frown eyebrows. 

You are aristocratic fingers.

You are confusing-me games.

You are net of charmed promises.

You are loneliness of a lost child.

You are craftsman of words.

You are kiss dissolving in air.

You are another end of the world.

You are illusionist never revealing his secrets.

You are thief stealing for fun.

You are my cage and my inspiration.

You are my pain, sweet and unbearably torturous.

You are Narcissus and you are forgetting about it.

You are passionate sublimation.

You are everything.

You are not mine.

Without you I don't have anything at all.