Just like the vastness of a deep ocean, your blue eyes penetrate me with the swiftness of a clean sword strike falling its enemy in one single blow, leaving behind nothing but a trail of desire as deep and red as the blood that runs through my veins.
Just like a glazed shrapnel of ice melting on the floor, I am under your spell; a spell to which you must have cast a thousand times before.
Just like the dew that dances upon delicate blades of grass on a brisk, spring morning or the rain that falls and covers the bare earth, your beauty crashes upon me and blankets my existence.