...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
e. e. cummingsand it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
e. e. cummings