I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you are more like the dark clouds that roll on a spring evening, the smell of your impending storm encompassing my senses

I could list every flower known to man to describe your beauty
But with the way you’ve ensnared me, I’d say your more like a vine littered with thorns

I could be cliché, and tell you all the sweet things you might want to hear
But you’re not attracted to the mundane

You’re a siren that has lured me into her waters and serenaded me with the song of her soul.

But my song echoes yours like a forgotten harmony.

I could tell you I’m not interested
Lie to us both to continue to conform to the traditional
But I crave your touch

I crave your tainted lips, poisoned with promises that caress my ears and my body

I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you’re more like the starry night in the middle of winter with the threat of snow in the air

I’ve always loved playing in the snow