The sunlight entered the room as a crescendo of vivacity and thoughts of you entered the crosswalk of my mind. You are straight like a violin. Standing commandingly, thrillingly as all other traffic flows.
Copper fire is your hair. A red explosion. When you talk it is like a cleansing rain. Tone and cadence measured unhurried and clear. My heart throbs so hard that I feel my pulse in my toes.
As the sunlight dims so do my thoughts. Can a heart simultaneously soar and crash?