your eyes were the dark rich soil, with the bright light and shine from the stars. who ever said blue eyes were more beautiful? as I look at you, your big brown eyes are my favorite shade.
your hair was the rain clouds at night, shadowed with brown and black but soft and full. some days, it looked as if lightning had been involved as your dark mop was matted with bedhead.
your lips were the rosy-pink petunias growing in the woods, intricate and textured like the fallen petals.
your smile was the sun. I never want to be cliche but every time your lips curl up and your dimples make their appearance, I feel warmth spread from my ears to my toes, and your face lights up with laughter and luminous rays.
your skin was sand. tan, warm, and soft, my hands tracing patterns on your arm, your leg, and your back like writing words on the beach.
your fingers were the branches of a willow tree, reaching down and trailing my neck, leaving traces of your touch.
your arms were a hot spring. they surround and enclose me in heat and love. I can feel you all around me as if I was in a pool of protection.
your heart was the sky, always there and present. you never failed to show your love, and every time I looked up at you and you looked down at me, we could both see adoration, and finally the world made sense.
