Love Poem #2 [Metaphors]

There are so many ways
I could write about you.
So many metaphors I could use and yet
yet…
all of them escape
just out of my reach
leaving my palms
empty
with only air
residing between my fingers.

And
how can one
capable of causing
such a turmoil of emotions
render me so
incapable of voicing them?

And so
I will use
not a metaphor
but a feeling.

You are the feeling
of the summer breeze
against my cheek.

But also
the one of the gentle rays of the sun
against my skin.

And even so
you still manage
to be something
akin to the burning sensation
of the flame in the fireplace
getting stronger with each
log thrown in it.

Because you’re
something different.
A breath of fresh air,
a calmness in my life
all while being
the one that set
my whole world aflame.