He is like a whimsical formed line across the sky.
He is like a shore of horizon turning into a shade of mulberry.
Oh so luminous and illuminating
Like the extended banks of cloud that grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of periwinkle nuance.
Sometimes like a stray wisp of formed hues giving a dazzling view.
Like a choreography of notions.
His mere glance makes a reverberation dance.
Oh, so enlightening and sublime.
Drowning in the depth of his mind is like the waves of ocean and tides that allows free flow of thoughts.
He is like a stroke of brush that embellishes a sheet of canvas and make it the most enchanting painting ever.
He is a loophole of lively memories that makes everything glow and gleam.
Oh, so lovely and heartwarming
Like a soul made up of sunset, champagne and kisses.
Sometimes he moves like a sibilant waves, sometimes like frantic waves.
Or the confined air that makes me lose my way into him.
Twirling into his trail of expressions and fluttering with childlike excitement.
Holding him wildly and adjusting myself into his arms
Makes me feel that I know him since sky begin to grew darker.
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