B is for Before There was You

When I used to look above,

          all I saw was sky;

       and every song,

          that I would sing,

                 I sung not knowing why.

All I thought and all I felt,

              Was only just because,

                Never was it ever you –

                    Until it was all there was.

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One of the poems I can mostly relate to, at this moment, by my favorite modern poet, Lang Leav.