You come and go as a wind,
Sometimes in gentle whispers,
But more so in that of summer storms.
I love you in your gentle form of whispering wind,
And I love you when you blow my mind with stormy weather.
I love you in the changing of your body from dark,
to light, from human to angel, from common mortal,
to immortality.
I love you for your rare ability of change, whither
your essence be that of rain or flowers.
I love you in every change you take.
Your body is like a work of art, your face reminding
me of everyone I have ever thought to see, whether in a reality of the past or dreams of the future.
You have an artistic face that no one forgets...
Your mind is like an ocean, mysterious and dangerous,
always on the move and changing from day to day, from season to season, yet in all your changes you remain good and beautiful...
And I love you because you are good. I desire you because your are beautiful. And because you are good and beautiful, I desire to possess you forever...
I desire you as the artist's desire of beautiful art.
I love you as the philosopher's love of debate.
I love you as the seer's love for wisdom.
You are the beauty and the off-spring of my own mind,
and your beauty is more honorable to me than my own body...
I love you in the physical.
I love you as an individual.
I love you for your divine intelligence.
I love your for your knowledge of both dark and light,
and for the silence of your knowledge.
A powerful spirit never speaks of it's power.
I love you with an Eros force.
I love you for your energy to find direct expression in my love, whither it be that of genital or that of art.
You are my masterpiece, I have created you as such,
my everything...