Her alabaster skin washed o'er me
  Like an endless river.
I melted seamlessly into her porcelain
  Architecture.

The shrouded mist of her sweet breath
  Was the fog that danced through the
Synapsing forests of my love-stricken mind.

Her auburn hair created a Golden Gate Bridge
  Just for me to walk upon.
The verdant color in her irises splashed
  Light and hope just beyond the oaks of axons
And memories where I hide.

I have evolved. I have grown.
  Holistic and otherwise.
I have grown up the trellis of her spine
  And into the breadth of her heart.

I am complete...
  Completely in love.