You are Iike...

You are like pink petals
Pure with aroma
Never withering,

Like the sun
Bright and shinning,

Like the river
Rushing with ripples
Reaching the farthest blues,

Like  symphony
Sweet and melodious,

Like a storm
Outpouring 
the healing waters ,

Like a tree
With branches extending 
Care and freshness,

  Yes, like love.
Like you and she. 
Lòok! That she is not me.
Then me? 
Yes... daughter of thal LOVE  of both.
The symphony of your love.