He makes me feel like one does sitting under the vast sky on a chilly, autumn night,
while rocks incarcerate a warm fire.
He protects me and surrounds me, ebbing and flowing through my veins like a drug,
All the while teaching me the ways of the world.
See, a star will fascinate, stimulate,
Force you to wonder.
Yet he just suggests it, like a breeze, dropping subtle foot prints in soft but not quite muddy grounds.
He is the feeling of snow under your boots as you trek through an overexposed wasteland, and the curiosity that is born into your mind as you see trees and general shrubbery peaking through the white blanket.
He is beauty and awe, like a motionless lake reflecting the world it lives in, showing the imperfect perfections of such a home.
Love, has never stricken me so weak, and flowers have never smelled as sweet, as my honey turns my world into a delightful treat.