"Precious" are few things...

You are not my mirror,
But how can you reflect my thoughts?
You are not quinine
But how can you still sooth my disease?
You are not an author
How yet can you play with words??
You are not a gun
But why then, your statements hit like a bullet to strike the rightest point?
You are not the roof
How can you make me feel sheltered in the rains?
You are not an armor
But why do I feel so secured with you?
You are not a drug
Then why am I addicted to you??
You are not 'The air'
Still why does your absence suffocate me?
You are not a tissue,
Why do I need you the most for my tears?
Who are you??
My strength?
Or my weakness?