You are my favourite page in a book waiting to turn to the next chapter.
You are the fluffy, stray cat that comes into my garden.
You are the sound of the Breezy wind howling in the moonlight.
You are the taste of a scrumptious chocolate cake melting in the bright sunlight.
You are the touch of a cotton candy cloud as it dances through the sky.
You are as Acrobatic as Andy Murray
You are the impossibility of frozen fire, rock hard cushion