Your body is the soft light filtering through green leaves,
The sunrise over the water that reflects into infinity and infinity and infinity.
Your eyes are the gentle clouds floating by on a blue day,
A bygone, lilting breeze where cares are carried carefully away.
Your voice is the sweet birdsong on a warm summer's morning,
The deep church bell that rings so divine that people begin to believe it is the sound of God himself.
While there is no shortage of syntax that I can use to suggest the sweet serenity which serendipitously serenades all souls you surround,
When I see you it is as though I have found myself idle in an idyllic meadow, ignorantly inarticulate in the face of inescapable, unimaginable splendor.
The brushstroke curve of your lips and your neck and your hips and your hands is my favorite painting in the world's museum.
You are so much, you are waking up from a nightmare only to remember you are safe and warm in your bed, you are the rushed, breathless heartbeats after a first kiss, you are July on film, you are the first sip of a perfectly **** strawberry lemonade from the Cheesecake Factory.
But most of all, your body is the soft light filtering through green leaves,
The sunrise over the water that reflects into infinity and infinity and infinity.