you change like autumn touching the soft of green leaves gold. You taste like sunlight licking at the surface of an alive body of water. Every ray bouncing up to caress the bottoms of clouds. You are among the most lovely of sunsets. Birds in flight try to rival the corners of your mouth…both looking epic as they rise up. Your heartbeat mimics hummingbirds wings, triumphant of the wind. Don't let such a small thing seem less, no less than what that triumph meant in the perspective of the bird who is amongst it’s seemingly endless struggle. You are boundless, like a caterpillar that has found its wings but grounded because you too once walked the earth and felt life's harshness. the only thing calloused about you is your fingertips, whose only thing they pull at are guitar strings, my bangs from my eyes and my heart strings with your name on them.I derive immense pleasure from what you are made from and what you make with an old guitar and two sets of strings. You are something to write home about.I love you.