With you, I am a gorgeous gem glistening in the eye of my beholder.
Without you, I am a segment of what once was a dream quiet and lonely in the mind of a heartless girl.
With you, I am a story with adventure around every corner praying for a victorious win.
Without you, I am an unwanted and forgotten clock, waiting for a chance to tick or tock again.
With you, I am a towering mountain proudly presenting its self to the world.
Without you, I am a scrap of paper neglected and waisted by a man of which feels the same way.
With you, I am a dream coming true as fast as it was dreamed.
Without you, I am a tree with no flowers or love to share.