Your hair is a nest to beauty as birds and magic as feathers and a hat to a mind that is bursting with butterflies of lovely and songs of amazement

Your eyes are a galaxy themselves and I’m lost with the stars and the planets and moons and their colors are colors you cannot find in your house or outside or anywhere else but your eyes

And your voice is a sound no human could repeat or imitate as each word has its own unique feel and movement and each one carries me a different place with different stories and worlds and I visit each one as you speak to me

And your neck is a structure built perfectly holding up your valuable face and sturdy enough to appear as strong and as powerful as the trunk of a tree in the woods

And your chest, how it moves when you breathe and your breaths contain rhythms and notes that I cannot avoid for the death of me

And your arms and their movements and actions and how they hold sound alongside them that whistle when they sway
And their shape and how it so much appears as a branch that holds hands that are berries and good to the taste

And your fingers and how they are those vines going up walls on the sides of those buildings downtown and their slippery grace and the power you hold in your tightly closed hand and the power that flees when you loosen your grip

And your legs how they carry such a grand prize and how they help you to move and spread your wonder and greatness about so inspiringly
And the way they move, so swiftly and I’m sure they could dance such a dance that no human’s eyes have ever focused on before


And your feet

And how I hope one day they take you straight to me