You were a fine wine flowing.
I admired your bouquet but dared not imbibe.
You were a visionary, a true romantic.
I rested my head upon your wooden thigh.
I waited for you to paint me a picture of the ocean with waves
deep and terrifying.
If only I could sip you slowly, I would.
If I could encase you in crystal, I would be content to just look at you
for the rest of my life.