He is my morning coffee, my hot chocolate before bed;
calming, soothing, filling my entire being with a slow warmth.
He is my tattered pyjamas, my old jeans, my fading shirt;
familiar, yet comforting.
He is the torrential rain following a cloudy morning, the booming thunder echoing in the distance, the sudden flashes of lightning, the quiet calm after the storm; chaotic, yet beautiful.
He is the colourful masterpiece hanging on the wall;
abstract, vibrant, bursting with colour, full of life.
He is the breath-taking dawn and the quiet dusk;
sure, stable, dependable.
He is the night sky, beaming with starlight;
breathtaking, awe-inspiring.
He is a glass of wine, a cigarette puff; intoxicating, addictive.
He is my favourite novel;
enriching, fulfilling.
He is an oasis after the scorching heat; quenching my thirst, sheltering me from the blistering desert.
He is the warm sunshine on a summer day, the rainbow hued spring morning, the falling leaves of the autumn, the ethereal beauty of winter; multifaceted as the seasons.
He is all this, and more.
He is mine.
