For You ....

I am the ambiguous twilight of the morning sun,
You are the personified glory of the scarlet dawn;

I am the onerous frustration of a sinned life,
You are the torch of solace, condoning my crimes;

I am the invertebrate demeanor of an inconclusive mind,
You are the cognition, evolved through the nemesis of time;

I am the reasons behind the up-roared nonsensical twaddle each time,
Your are the sense and significance behind reasons defined;

I am the recoiled torpor, amidst constant tiredness revived,
You are the blessing of concurrent inspiration to survive;

I am the uninitiated, unspoken silence of the night,
You are the grammar of my speech ever so refined;

I am the dead, buried in soil, waiting for my judgment denied,
You are the epitaph, commemorating my reasons for existence sufficed;

It hasn’t been always, that I had told you enough, but I hope you know,
You brought meaning to my life, long before it could be proclaimed sine die.