The Wheel of Time

I created you.

The color of your hair
Has its origin
In the flavor of every kiss
The nectar of every lover.

The brightness of your eyes
I have taken
From the last lunar eclipse
And the sparkle at their core
From the Belt of the Hunter.

The melody of your voice
I have distilled
From the scent of mornings
On the river
And fish frying in the skillet.

Your touch
I have painted from
Solar winds
Insistently plucking the planets
Like fingers on strings.

You are the blending
Of all I love
And the experience of every pleasure
I have enjoyed
And hope to have.

I created you.
And what is left to me now
Is to find you
Along the wheel of time