You're the gentle waves reaching the shore.
You're the cool frost left on the grass on an autumn morning.
You are refreshing raindrops falling from the clouded sky.
You are the warm light that dances upon my face.
The sun rise.
You are the words stuck on the back of my tongue.
The unsaid.
You're every action. Every breath.
You're the endless beating inside my chest, set on fire.
The hopeless whisper of desire, guiding me blindly.
You're the slight glimpse of that unknown something in my eyes.
You are a disguise.
You are the light at the end of the dock, the ticking of the clock.
You're every anticipation.
Every shiver down my spine.
You are every second of time.
You're a red flame, flickering, lingering, burning the edges of my paper.
You are the ink in my pen, bringing my thoughts, and my words to life.
You are wings taking flight.
You are poetry.
You're a match to gasoline, the sweet smell of kerosene.
You're the thick fog covering the glass, leaving me unable to see the world around me.
You are the delicate wind flowing through my hair.
You are the sweet scent in the air.
You're every light.
Every letter.
You are the three simple words left unsaid.