If my soul were a fire, you would be its feul,
its source, the eminent light and the soft
but constant roar.
If my heart were a river,
the flow would be endless,
the beat forever;
you'd be found at the rapids
and the swirls;
the cause of my arrythmia.
If my mind were a lightbulb, you would
be each and every spark which accompanies
all of my warmest thoughts; and if my body were
a magnet you'd be the northpole to my south;
always attracting and always wanting, but;
never quite close enough so I'm still
pulling and holding on, even when
I am but a kiss away.
The end
