Your love is like a fire set ablaze upon drift wood.
It is magnificent. Unique.
It is powerful, constantly changing, intense. It dances between calm greens and blues and bright yellows and orange.
This is not a claim that your love for me is perfect. Like a fire your love occasionally runs cold.
It takes time, patience, and perseverance but the golden embers of your heart can grow strong again if I blow upon them softly like the breeze swirling around us.
Your embrace sets my heart racing like the waves crashing against the cliff side. You have etched into my heart as the ocean has carved away these rocky cliffs. You are the moon and I am the ocean. You draw me to you change my patterns and will me to try something new. You make me who I wish to be. Let our passion never end and continue to crash into me.
