Metaphorical Truth Poem by Twilight Whispers

Metaphorically,
You are the flower in my heart.
The flower that grows without sunlight,
Without water, without minerals or earth,
The flower that lives through the bad and the worst.
You are the sunshine I wake to each morn,
Your smile creating a beautiful new dawn.
And in the tiny matter from which we were born,
Remains a flicker of hope, never to be torn.
You are the logs on the living room fire,
Ablaze with a love that will never tire.
The winds of winter, bitter and strong -
We will fight them, we will fight them,
Until we find where we belong.

More simply,
Finding you was finding someone who misses me
Just as much as I miss them when distance creates an
Unstoppable barrier between us.
Finding you was finding an enthusiastic purpose to everything I do and say,
Finding you was discovering how to let a friendship grow and develop honestly and fruitlessly...
Finding you was the best thing I ever did.