You remind me of sweet candyfloss-melted moments, which linger longer than should.
You remind me of soul's crisp moments, baked with a tint of chocolate sauce, and topped with wholesome icing.
You remind me of the day's best moments, wrapped in lollipop tones of brilliance.
You are the flushed moments of adversity, to be conquered by persistence.
You are the chocolates which I pop in my mouth, and lick from side-to-side.
The chesterfields of the soul's anatomy
The heart's baked like a rasagulla which I hold in my deepest gratitude.
You remind me of a delicious whodunit.
A golden afternoon in autumn.
A crisp lavender field where we run hand-in-hand.
Daisies in spring.
The rose beneath the thorns, which is to be seized in all its glory.
You remind me of a song which is like a beloved tune in the head.
A hair dyer after a long, romantic shower...
Every beautiful thought, ever sung or danced to.
You remind me of light dancing on the edges of darkness.
You remind me of a juicy fruitcake of a film (or, perhaps more accurately, a Belgian iced bun: a nostalgic pleasure, goes down easy, irresistible on a Sunday afternoon).
You remind me of wine which is like electric currents in the domain of taste.