A Fated ballad

If you were a painting,

I would colour you with abstract hues,

Colors not confined by earthly rules,

One must look within, to perceive your intricate being.

If you were a feeling,

I'd describe you as a tranquil lull,

A gentle hum, unwavering and still,

Fading in and out, like a whispered thrill.

If you were a voice,

I'd lean in close to hear you speak,

Every word, a steadfast drum,

In the silence, your presence I'd seek.

If you were a song,

Late in the night, I'd sing your tune,

A ditty sweet, beneath the moon's soft light,

Hoping to stumble into you in dreams that swoon.

If you were a storm,

I'd hasten into your wild embrace,

Basking in the chaos, a dance so stripped,

Finding solace in the tempest's grace.

If you were a tree,

Rooted in the earth so free,

I'd find shade beneath your face,

A sanctuary, where worries efface.

If you were lost,

Through realms unknown, I'd roam,

Traversing eternity, no matter the toll,

In the quest for you, my heart's true home.

If you were a long ballad,

Eternity would be my quill,

I would compose us in the verses,

Fating our story between the lines.

If you were you

I would make you mine

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