He is that deep sense of unease.
He is the one who makes me weak in the knees.
He is made up of imperfect parts.
He is made perfectly for my heart.
He is rough and unpolished.
He is astute and accomplished.
He is that voice that I so long to hear.
He is everything I hold so dear.
He is lightyears away from me.
He is the face I so long to see.
He is a mountain that I have climbed.
He is the soul entwined with mine.
He is the visitant in my dreams.
He is the one who makes me scream.
He is the melody that plays on repeat.
He is the one I yearn to meet.
He is bigger than the sun.
He is the reason I come undone.
He is love, laughter and light.
He is the reason I have held on so tight.
He is the start, and
He is the end.
He is who rattles around in my head.
He is always near yet so far away.
He is where I wish I could stay.
He is the reason and the seasons.
He is a mirror of my all my affections.
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms