I feel you in the budding primrose tufts
In the teardrops of late winter rains
I see you in the solitude of a starlit sky
Haloed in the cacophony of faces and names

I love you not in the passion of blood and tears
In the petrichor of heartbroken meadows
But like a phoenix of hope and fear
I love you like the soul loves the shadow.

Post Script: Written quite some back, it makes me laugh now!