You are a soft quill
Dancing in front of my vision,
Like a ballerina.

You are soft power of harmony
Echoing in my ear,
Whilst I sleep.

You are a seaweed plant
Trying to leave the endless depths of the sea,
Like leaves swaying in the wind.

You are a super Nova
Waiting for a reaction to set of.

You are the impossibility of
dead book,
a dry cloud,
a opened fist,
And a slow cheetah.

You are an ice statue
Trapped in your mind.

You are the girl who became
a fiery spirit,
And the boy who became
A dried water.

You are a star guiding me to safety
Like a lighthouse.

You are a boat
Lost in the your mind.

You are a mystery door
waiting to be opened