It starts with how the air changes.
My chest, warming up and stomach wriggling.
My eyes water, but dry up in the cool air -
as I catch my breath to the sensation, that is you.

With your eyes, tinted and crimson;
watching sunsets with you would conjure feelings,
I would want forever.

Your mind, a cosmic obfuscation that speaks to mine.
A narrative calculation of thoughts, expressions,
emotions, wit, quirks, humour, wholesomeness.
You engage me in ways I have long yearned.

The pride of your heroine; in being yourself;
How you capture me in your maunderings;
In your simplistic detailings of randomness;
You entice and intrigue me with your thoughts;
And erupt in me a serenity.

Complete with the sound of you.
Smooth; calm waves - at sea, at night.
A burning bonfire sparkle; and joyful chuckles.

I like-