He is like a weather forecast.

When in touch he is the sunshine,

and then the world becomes dull

when his shining presence disappears.

I miss him and my tears fall

like rain, clouding my cheeks.

My breath is taken away like a

walk in a gale force wind.

I love him whether he likes it or not.

He provides hurricanes yet,

a love that compares to my toes

sinking into warm Spanish sand.

The delicate feeling of heat between us

Is tempered by his kisses that

are as delicious as vanilla ice cream.

I don’t need sprinkles or fuss

all I need is us.

He is like my favourite rock and roll song

that makes me want to dance along.

He is lemonade on a warm summer's day,

making me fizz as the bubbles of

his come melt in my mouth.

Yes, I love him, whether he likes it or not.