I am the wind. Blowing on your wind Chimes. The ocean water slipping onto Your gentle beach during The tide. I'm the dew on your Rose petals when The sun rise. And the starlight piercing Through time To reach your surface. I'm midnight ink soaking your Your blank inches That await my signature kisses. I'm fingers on your strings Musician playing your music. You're the muse behind My bemusement As I wonder how You love me. I am The floor beneath your feet When you're dancing majestically I get chills over my skin. My pigments sing When the sensation flicks Like cloud lightning. Such is the depth to Which you reach Like a well to draw water From the earth You tap into my innermost Being. Just speaking metaphorically Bout the ornateness Of the passion leaving me breathless. You're like petrichor After a long rain. Like a closed door On past things. Like a new chapters New page First sentence First syllable First letter Exploding imagery in my mind. Like fireworks in the dark night. Like a candle flame Bursting into existence Without delay Ardent in every kind of way. I picture drinking your cocoa In front of a fireplace. You're spices and sugar Strong, flavorful, Saturate my taste. Laughter that leaves me Gasping for air With no escape. The island of Aeaea To my Odysseus. I'm lost in you Like a raindrop Fallen into the sea. A ****** but for your love. Such is the intensity of What I have in my heart I feel I must have brushed heaven When your lips touched. When I first truly looked at you And thought to myself, She's as beautiful as The ruby red sun At dusk On the ocean horizon. And I, the artist inspired By such pulchritude, Can't get you out my mind, How could I express such Presence? No matter how I paint, No matter the music I play, Your description is locked in, The image burns on my mind Though I write many a Metaphor.