When I speak your name 
it rolls off my tongue
like a like a clear stream
winding down a mountain.

When I picture you
I see a mischievous smile
big eyes
soft curls
and shapely curves
like girly girls
but inside you are strong
like a man.

Your mind is a windmill
a fan
that never stops to pause
or rest

Your heart is the vital essence
of a thousand flames
bright candles that flicker
but never die

And I
adore you.