You are…

You are an elegant pure white swan, floating on the mucky water.

You are rich scarlet strawberries, carefully picked and placed on a plate.

You are the outstretched spider lilies that fill my garden, to the brim.

You are the glowing Saturn, rotating and illuminating the deep dark.

You are a sky high sunflower, loving the sunlight, always facing it.

You are an upside down crocus, roots up, flower in the moist soil.

You are a clueless, crazy monkey stuck in the deep of the ocean.

You are the taste of a sour sweet pea, an unusual soul.

You are the distance of Neptune and Earth, love never reaching.

You are the annoying sound of a mosquito, buzzing in my ear.

You are like the busyness of cars in New York, always moving, never space to cross.

You are my pen, always scribbling in school books, always writing every word.

You are the iPad writing a long poem.