My Metaphor
You're like a refreshing glass of water on a hot summer dayThe ery sight of you quenches my soul
Your sent is my oxygen
Your touch is that of fire and ice both burning and cooling to my core
Your lips to mine is my food you supplement me to surive
You my life giver, my wine
who I become drunken after
How I do love the canvas of your beauty
One of a kind masterpiece to no other does my heart desire
One and only planted tree of roots through my viens you flow
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