Do I Mean Anything to You?

How bright you shine whenever I am gone.

You never let anyone know what we are.

In this life, in this world,

you love me most

in secret in the day,

and somehow love me more 

under the cover of the moon.

Too delicate to be a diamond,

so strong to be a flower, 

you say, and so I question

"What am I to you?"

Not far enough to be a star,

not deep enough to be your heart,

so again I ask

"To you, what am I?"

Vivacity not in gold, and 

touch nonexistent in music and light.

"Do I mean anything to you at all?"

"You mean my existence, my will for living.

To me, you are my soul,

because without you I not alive anymore."