You are my morning dew,
the sunrise and the sunset,
the tides of a calm ocean,
the hidden rainforest.

You are calm, cool, collected.
the light and hope and the warmth,
the twists of a peaceful nature,
the mysterious lurker.

You are nature in all senses,
and all my senses need thy nature.

Your touch is the tingle on my skin,
Your kiss, a roller-coaster ride on my lips.
Your actions, a witness for my eyes;
and your scent, shampoo to my nose.
Your voice, music to my ears.
And your nonexistence, threat to my tears.

You are my beautiful painting — oil on canvas,
my completing soul mate — stamps on letters,
my taste to life — sugar to coffee,
and my drug — alcohol to liquor.

You are one with nature,
and my nature is not complete without you.

You are more than my morning dew,
that surpasses all sunrise or sunsets,
more than the tides or corals of the sea,
more than the cleavage of an unknown rainforest.

You are, my soul mate.
A mate to my nature,
A mate to my soul,
lacking one would lead me,
inevitable depths of darkness,
a deep pitiful hole.