I choose to be, in you

 
I choose to be the moon in your gaze,
the gentle rain on your dwelling.
I prefer to be the tree, your guardian,
the sun that illuminates your awakening.
I am the cup where coffee rests,
your towel, the book that enchants you.
Your warm bed in the cold night,
comb, watch, in your daily routine.
And I am the chair under the bright sun,
where you rest for a moment.
In every way, in every place,
I choose to be, in you.