I’m your very first companion,
We met the day you were born.
I’m the trick up the sleeves of stubborn kids,
But I’m also the river of Innocence.
I soak your pillows on a lonely night,
And I drizzle down your cheeks amidst your thank you speech.
I’m the relief for a lover in distress,
But so am I a result of “Will you marry me?”
I’m your mother’s love,
And her concern adorned with a dash of pain.
I am regret, and I am passion;
I am sorrow but so am I happiness.
I am fear.
And I am you.
PS: The featured image is my own work.