you

If the skyline that's in my eyeline stopped existing and turned to mist, would it be missed? Well, it would by I for I need it's light so I can see your smile on your misfit lips, let me witness this. If the sun burned out and it turned out cold and the world froze over, would we ignore in bliss? Maybe some would, but I know if I could, I would feed the sun wood so you never get chills, I can promise you this. If every song that's been ever sung, which ties our ears and our hearts in a knot, gets erased and forgot, would we be remiss? I think not, for every note and every stroke of every key that's been ever wrote lies in your kiss. You are the pitch that the tenors miss. You play vibrato upon my soul, you are vivace, and you crescendo within my chest. An oratorio of such impression that this arpeggio must be impressed. The point is simple, if all else vanishes and it all turns to black, you'd still be a light for what's left to attract.