If I am the mantle, then she is my centerpiece.

She is a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers. Mismatched and growing in all directions. Yet, there is so much beauty to behold.

She is firmly placed in a basket. The loops and winds so intricaly displayed. Nothing can sway her. She is sturdy and strong in her beauty. 

And there she is. And oh, she is. She does not rest upon this mantle. Each day a new light is taken. She lives, her leaves bending to bask in the light. She thrives on this mantle.

But just the same this mantle is dependent on her. For such a bold brass mantle to display nothing would be a waste. The mantle is holds tightly to the centerpiece. He loves to display her.

For if I am the mantle, then she is my centerpiece.