Friday 10 February 2012

Her

None quite as fair as her
who is my brightest star.
She is the only light I see
when standing way afar.

None quite as fair as her
who is my tallest tree.
She is the one who blocks the rain
and her branches cradle me.

None quite as fair as her
who is my clearest sound.
She is the noise which calls to me
when silence is all around.

None quite as fair as her
who is my coolest breeze
She is the breath who keeps me calm
and composes me with ease.

None quite as fair as her
who is my softest snowflake
She is the touch which flips my stomach
and gently kisses me awake

None quite as fair as her
who is my warmest ray
She is the heat which is still felt
when she has gone away.

None quite as fair as her
who is my wildest taste.
She is the craving I always get
when my heart is hammering with haste.

None quite as fair as her
who is my sweetest scent.
She is the one who quietly lingers
and sticks to me like cement.

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