He is a hot oven with a blazing glaze, many chewed up wires but a very nice inside.
He is a holey Golf cap, with stitching as beautiful as daybreak,
he helps me with all my flaws, my favourite piece of clothing.
He is an untuned guitar, he gets me through my shows without worry.
He is a hillside, rough and treacherous, only letting loved one’s pass,
warm inside like a volcano, my favourite hill to climb.
He is a rusty bike with muddy wheels, always helps me over the holes in the ground.
A smile when I am feeling sad.
He is midnight, he is dark and light.
He is vodka, clear and full of emotion.
His smell is sea water, salty and sour, he helps me to swim.
He is a thunderstorm when I do something wrong but helping me to win.
He is a Rhino, crashing into me when I least expect it.
He is a black hole.