Your heart is unstinting, relentless;
I know you could love me for a thousand lifetimes;
days gone by, days unborn.
You sparkle on my arm for all the world to see.
It has never feared the rain;
never doubted the dance, or turned away from the light.
You, who walk in the rain.
Even when it's pouring down, and the air is silver-opal, and the seams of the sky are golden amidst squalls of leaden grey.
You tell me all about your past.
Your crazy old uncle with the glasses.
Your tragic cousin.
The bouncing blond curls of a distant, cut-glass sister.
Never throw a blade of jealousy.
Not even if I try.
And what is love if it's not pain turned inside out.
I should be so happy.
I should bask in blue skies, and ignite beneath sunlight.
Instead, I scan the horizon, searching for clouds.