He is like a weather forecast.
When in touch he is the sunshine,
and then the world becomes dull
when his shining presence disappears.
I miss him and my tears fall
like rain, clouding my cheeks.
My breath is taken away like a
walk in a gale force wind.
I love him whether he likes it or not.
He provides hurricanes yet,
a love that compares to my toes
sinking into warm Spanish sand.
The delicate feeling of heat between us
Is tempered by his kisses that
are as delicious as vanilla ice cream.
I don’t need sprinkles or fuss
all I need is us.
He is like my favourite rock and roll song
that makes me want to dance along.
He is lemonade on a warm summer’s day,
making me fizz as the bubbles of
his come melt in my mouth.
Yes, I love him, whether he likes it or not.
