Your passion is the color of your hair,
textured like the bay beach waves.
Your eyes the color of bay at dawn,
your eyes the color of bay at dusk.
Your hips dance strong like your conviction,
compassion matching sense of humor.
Your emotive glance cooks recognition,
reflects my continuously caring cognition.
Smiles radiant and intuition reflex true,
frowns felt friction always grant a clue.
You warm the air and stir convection.
I magnetize toward you with conduction.
Gravity brings us physically together.
But, our souls already mated forever.
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