love poems; II.
your eyes, like the depths of the seas that i can't reach
your mind, like the rivers that flow alongside still trees
your touch, like the waterfalls sliding against mountains
your words, like streams rushing to a place of containment
your silence, like the pond often over looked, but holds much meaning
your presence, like the lakes between trees under the vast skies
your ways, like the rays bouncing from the bodies of water
your personality, like a trigger i've never pulled because
love rests at the tips of my fingers, with you, love exists.
