You colour my soul, and you colour it sunshine yellow. You make it buoyant, and you make it rise and float freely even when the tide is high, and the seas rough - even when it's reluctant to do so.
And when darkness is imminent, and stubborn, and affords a temporary win, you shoot arrows of love, and hope, and indignation, and support - pinpricks of light that shine into and out of my soul like the stars. And again, my soul slowly becomes sunshine yellow... taking from your strength, to make it's own.
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