Shall I?

Shall I compare you to a cup of tea? That yields me warmth amidst the breeze, Or shall I compare you to a soothing melody? That brings me joy with immense ease. you're best defined as a gift, That lord himself has descended unto me. No, you're the last breath, I take before my death. The final piece required by me, To finish my life's puzzle. You are the beauty to the beast, And the rhythm to the beat. But, you just don't exist Still you're something that I need.