your presence is the gust of wind brushing through tree tops.
the coolness in the air sends chills up and down my spine.
without thinking, my eyes close as i allow myself to fall into your embrace.

you possess power of a waterfall.
the 3,160 tons of water that pour over Niagra Falls each second
cannot compare to the roaringness of your voice.
taking my last breath, i cross my arms over my chest and jump the cliff.

my love for you overflows like rich, red wine in a glass
that has been poured by drunk and clumsy hands.

you are my nature.
you are a breath of fresh air; the cleanest, purest air.
you bring me peace and tranquility,
you ease my thoughts
and slower my heart rate.
for without you, i am not
sane.

- d.berry