Fiance’s Litany

You are the breeze and the storm,
the colorful kite and the sun rise.
You are the blue jay bird in the oak
and the eager scout in the jungle.
You are the rainbow in the sky
and the solitary bud in the land.

However, you are not the thorn on the rose,
the sad ending in a romantic movie,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the smoke in the air.
There is just no way you are the smoke in the air.

It is possible that you are the colorful rainbow in the spring,
maybe even the dolphin in the sea,
but you are not even close
to being the rare snake pit.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of the breeze.

I am also the star in the sky
and the sugar in your coffee.
But don’t worry, I am not the breeze and the storm.
You are still the breeze and the storm.
You will always be the breeze and the storm,
not to mention the colorful kite and –somehow-the sun rays.