Herloveis

Herloveis
Her love is like a star bright yet distant to a hearts on mars… abundant like the many moons of Jupiter and full of round the clock memories like Saturn…
Her love is like paint splatters along the blank canvas…patterns become the spiraling matter as atoms formulate anatomical effects
Her love is the mess of the morning and the reckless threats of cupids shots all day… playing hooky with hopes of returning to her love…
Her love covers me like a blanket on a sleeping baby… cozy yet gentle and full of life… I strive to lay beside her to breathe her… to absorb every Orah  of energy she poses… caressing her brain frequency with deep interlocking conversation which in turn render us sleepy but able to touch while her love is a must…
Her love gives one the gumption to say the three word phrase that turn all into none and some into all…
Her love creates storms in the Sahara desert and a drought in the Amazon river… while the Nile river steadily runs dry… and these words simply multiply as I continue to think of how her love effects me slowly…