A Sonnet for the Damsel

Without you, there is no I, there is no dance there is no sound!
For what is a world without the wonders of sound? such a bland and inanimate place, a place not fit to live!
'Glad it is so' You might say; It is but no other way. It cannot be any other, my heart and mind be taken by you.
Those without ears stand outside of a world so full of light the angels themselves are struck down by Jealousy himself.
Outside of a world where the apples are the sweetest in the land, the water as blue the sky is vast and limitless.
A place where few have been yet thousands dream of.
Without You, there is no He or She, they are nothing in the light that is You and I.
Nothing but a match that pales in the silvery moonlight, so bright that the shadows of doubt shrink back from sight.
Let our voices be heard by those that wish to hear it, the sounds so rich and enchanting to all those that came before them.

For desiny may not be true but, but truth may be found in perseverence,
That is not to say one must forget who they are along such a treacherous journey, but treasure it, until such a time comes that you do not have to.
When that time comes it is You that will be cared for. The I shall become We.