If
If you are a spider
I am the web you spin
If you are a lonely cocoon
I am the butterfly transforming within
If you are a restless pencil
I am the words you eagerly write
If you are a troubled willow tree
I am the gentle breeze caressing you at night
If you are the hot, fiery sun
I am the relieving moon when we touch in an eclipse
If you are a rock thrown far out to sea
I am the wave into which you zealously dip
If you are a pastel of oily paints
I am the paintbrush that runs through your colors
A stroke of my bristles evoke your mixed emotions
And together we create art that expresses our deep amours
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