Not a raincoat to only fend for spring.

Neither like shorts to only cover in summer.

Nor the sweater to only protect under autumn.

No more coat to only guard from winter.

But like an undergarment, I want her for all four plus more.

Her personality reminds me that of a hardcover book,
tough and undescriptive on the cover,
but soft and vast of layers to discover inside.

You make me know how it feels
To be breath taken