When I kiss your cheek, I am pretending to be the sunshine.
You are like a T.V. set in the dark; glowing and mysterious, I can’t stop watching from my corner on the couch.
You are like a peach, sweet and colorful. Straight from the tree that blossomed you; full of hope, ripening every day.
You are like the eyes of all that see you. You look through your mind, but also your heart. This knowledge surrounds you.
You open the back door to the sunset; the bugs feel you listen to them and send you cool wind.
You rub my back, I am your child. You sit on my lap, you are my child. You are my wife when you speak to me. I am your husband when I wink at you.
I give you paper, you give me a masterpiece. I give you a kiss, you give me art.