"My precious, my precious.
My precious is lost."
I'll never lose my precious,
my beauty.

My love, my hopes, my dreams, my
fantasies, my reality, my world, my
end, my alpha and omega.  My darling,
my baby, my perfect soul.  My one
true, basic love.

My need.

My love is a selfish love.  
I try to give, but she doesn't
she won't receive it.
Without her my soul would die
my flesh would wither, much
like a flower in winter.

How pretty that would be ...a flower.
A flower that persists and stands strong,
against all odds it flourishes.
It smiles upon us from its winter eyes.