When you slightly explode
a sky still
still
fills with fireworks.
Just a dab of your fantastic
&
lights are lit
everywhere;
tiny steps of wonder,
illuminating.

You
sleek
with
advancement,
turning battles benign;
all fronts blue and sun:
special is your name.

Superlatively brilliant
you held my hand
with an accord all your own;
that was a time of magic
when it was easy
to be air
with each other.

It's delightful!

You're as delightful as Christmas snow
and when I realise I haven't turned my MP3 player up as loud as it can go.
You're as special as laughs with friends
and those books with happy ends.
You're on par with brilliant beaches
and as wanted as succulent peaches,
I love your reaches
to me.
You're as fantastic as a rubber ring to a sinker
and as Friday wine to a weekend binge drinker.
As great as the on time train when i'm running late
and as ace as a welcoming gate.
You're as fine as a clean bill of health,
there's lots of WOW in your wonderful self.

I said your name a lot in May
but I say it more today;
in June I yap your moniker with impromptu ease,
as green fills the leaves.
It feels like you're arriving,
in the start
of
summer

A pirouette on ground;
your twirling turns the sun around.

If you were condensation
I’d have you in every room,
bringing joy to the pane;
refracting the light of summer again.