I love you. I love your soul and your spirit. I love the beauty that you are, and the beauty that you leave behind, every time you create something.

It is as if you are a flower, floating through time and space, shedding petals as you move along. One minute I see you and you are here, the next you are gone and only a petal is left behind. Perhaps you are still moving. Perhaps not.  I cannot see you now, but what you have left behind I keep, and will cherish dearly as I myself move along as well.