You, and I

You be the kissing blossoms,
I’ll be the sipping fragrance

You say all the cynical jokes,
I’ll be the laughter that rings in the air

You'll be the script,
I, the writer of the story

You be the pixie dust,
I’ll be the magic spell

You be the colors,
I’ll be the rainbow

You be the dark black ink,
That spells all the romantic words.

I’ll be the cursive writing,
That adds beauty to your song.

Together, we could be a poem,
With all the perfections.