It was you, who poured the discrete emotions, in my cup, when it was all empty. And sprinkled your ideas over me, which then embraced me tightly.   It was you, who made me dance, on the songs, your thoughts played. And counted the number of steps, to a million and beyond.   It was you, who carved me so well, to make me look like diamonds. And composed them all further, in a beautiful and precious ornament.   It was you, who made me sip, from your cup of joy and grief too. And for me, you always had, a fairy tale to tell.   It was you, who sometimes even shouted through me. But also, took me on a humorous ride too. And sometimes caressed my body, with your pure and convivial hands.   It was you, who called me yours. In fact, an alter ego though. And to me, you gifted a hearty thanks, with an invincible promise, of an eternal bond.